The closing hours of Thursday were far from extraordinary. At some point Seth came in and brought me dinner as well as the bag of clothes I left at Dorothea's. Lily must have dropped them off. Dinner was filling—potatoes and some kind of whitefish in a creamy sauce. I ate alone and spent the rest of the evening alone after Seth dropped off the plate.
Curiosity eventually got the best of me and I decided to dump out the contents of the bag, mesmerized by all the pretty colors and patterns as they splashed across the white bed. There were a couple extra pairs of bras and underwear, jeans and sweatpants, jackets, shoes, and pajamas amongst other things. The clothes were beautiful and Dorothea is, indeed, talented.
There was a violet organza bag embellished with golden butterflies I almost
