« Grandma. »
« What? »
« You did it again. »
« Of course I did. »
A bank deposit receipt slipped out.
I looked at the coat hanging beside the back door. Brown wool, older than some of my friends, with three visible patches.
« You need a new coat. »
« I’ve got a coat, Margot dear. »
« It has three patches. »
« Then it’s got three good repairs. »