About the work

She had thought the coats were for walking into winter. They were not. She had brought them, unwrapped, from a suitcase she bought in a hurry, not knowing how long she would be away from the last place. The friend had worn hers for years, just a heavy coat, a reliable weight for the daily errands of life. Now, on this bright afternoon, the coats feel less like a shield and more like a uniform. What it is a uniform for, they still don’t quite know.