32. Shirt
He once bought a silk undershirt and gave it to her as a gift. He liked to image the feel of it, smooth over her skin.
She slept in it. Once, lurking about her room as she prepared herself for a military dress function (she served a threefold purpose at these events: body guard, chauffeur, and dance partner), he found it shoved beneath one of the pillows on her bed, made hollow with the long impression of her body. He lifted it to his face, imagined the putting on and taking off of such a garment. It smelled, very faintly, of sweat and smoke.