We changed our minds about what to wear, which you said we were allowed to do, and yet I felt bad for the rejected clothes all during breakfast, sometimes apologized to them before we ran to the bus. When you heard me doing this, you laughed. “Sally, they’re just shoes!” you said. “It’s just a shirt!” But I couldn’t stop feeling that they were more than that, that everything was secretly alive, which was why I also said goodbye to the radiators before we left.
