Momma took a large packing box into our bedroom and disappeared from sight. Gino and I looked at each other in apprehension at what she would find in our closets. The master bedroom had a large walk-in closet that Gino and I had divided in half for each of us to use. My clothes were on one side of the closet and Gino’s were on the other. At the end of each clothes rack, on the other side of our ‘normal’ clothes, were our clothes for ‘special’ occasions. Momma would know immediately whose clothes were whose; aside from differences in size, (Gino had been quite a bit taller and more muscular than me), the clothes momma had given me for birthdays and Christmas were only on one side.

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