SI
SI
discoversearch

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor.  We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community.  If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.
Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?


To: Sidney Reilly who wrote (60782)10/25/2001 11:37:41 AM
From: Rambi  Respond to of 71178
 
They were very sweet letters- so innocent. Actually I used that whole scene in a book-- including the rabbit coat-
you can skip the rest unless you are interested in mangy rabbit coats...

The room was cold, the door to the attic open. She crossed to it and looked up. One of the lightbulbs was out on the stairs but the overhead one came on when she pulled the string. Attics have such an interesting smell, she mused. Not at all the odor of the rooms below, but their own dusty, woody, almost sweetish smell. She began to climb. To the left were the Christmas decorations. On a shelf, some old comic books and a Racko game sat frosted with dust. A box labeled “Taxes” sat under the eave. On the wire extending the length of the attic hung several dress bags, one containing Meg’s wedding gown, another a red velvet bridesmaid dress. Meg had been in seven weddings her senior year in college, one friend after the other, four of whom were now divorced from their
original husbands. Meg suddenly laughed out loud--next to the red velvet was her old rabbit fur coat- or what remained of it. Why ever had her mother kept this?
She took it off the hanger and held it to her face. How she had loved that coat--it was the warmest, softest coat she’d ever owned. Even if little bunnies had been sacrificed for it, she could feel no guilt. It was the 60s and she didn’t care. She wore that coat until the fur came off and it looked diseased. Her mother refused to be seen in church with her, people shied away from her on the street thinking it might be contagious, and dogs grew excited as she passed by, but she was faithful to that coat..
Finally the stitching gave way and large gaps began to appear around the seams. When it grew particularly cold one winter, and the wind was blowing through the holes, she was forced to purchase a new coat in order not to freeze to death, a wool one with only a fake fur collar, for which she never developed any affection. She refused to let her mother throw the rabbit out and it was ceremoniously laid to rest in the attic where it apparently
had remained for twenty- five years. Meg put it on. My god, she thought, No wonder Mother wouldn’t sit with me in church.