We were broke but the nights were cold and you needed a new coat. Inside the department store, I watched as you checked the price tags one by one; it broke my heart to see you standing there, with your lips trembling, unsure of where to turn, surrounded by beautiful clothes we couldn’t possibly afford. I hugged you and we stayed in place while around us people carried out their Saturday afternoons. Some looked away as they walked past. The memory of our small tragedy would soon disappear from their conscience as they bought ice-cream, carried paper bags, tugged their children along.