Old Coat
by mmsmcmillen
Pintel and Ragetti walked into the room each carrying one end of a large chest.
Which
they set it down on the table in front of her.
"Everything you asked for is here," Pintel said and opened the chest.
She went through all the items in the chest inspecting each one carefully. The
last thing
she took out was a coat.
She held it out in front of her. After looking at for a moment she brought it
against her
chest and plunged her face into it and began crying. She could still feel his
warmth, even
his smell in the folds of the material.
She had plates, cups, silver, paintings, linens and yet this old coat meant more
to her than
all of it. It had been worn by him. It was like having him with her.
"Father," was all she said.
