“Winter” clothes. She would leave for work in darkness; we would allbe still asleep. She would take a red bus to her work at the musicschool. We didn’t have a car. Waiting for the bus, bitter cold, theuncertainty whether it would come, shifting from foot to foot. On theway back she would do shopping. She would move slowly with heavybags, being careful not to slip. Frizzing cold, with a red nose andcheeks she would enter the house. Every night her soaked black bootswould stand in a puddle of melted snow under a radiator in thekitchen.