Two things about my son-in-law: 1. He has a big heart for poor people. 2. He’s my dress size.
Recently I gave him a set of shirts. “See what you can use and put the rest in the clothes bin.”
A little later he told enthusiastically that he had kept all but one of them. He had given that black shirt to a “friend.” I knew he meant the homeless addict he knows from his dog walks. When he saw him yesterday, he proudly wore the black shirt. There was a strange hole at chest height. “Yes, of course I cut out that Polo picture, otherwise nobody will give me any money!”
A version of this article also appeared in NRC in the morning of July 13, 2021