You know, your clothes are in a terrible state," the old lady said after the meal. "You ruined them when you had the accident!" "That's all right. They're just my work-
clothes," Coke answered. "My husband was just about your size. A little heavier perhaps. All his clothes are upstairs. They're no good to him. He died two years ago." She pointed
up to the room above them.
"Why don't you see if any of his clothes fit you. You can bring them back tomorrow." "Nobody can be this lucky!" Coke thought to himself. He went upstairs and turned the
light on. It was clear that the old lady was almost in another world. She trusted
everybody. He found a heavy jacket, a woollen shirt and some trousers hanaine in the room.