Another shopping bag is stuffed full of cheap white cotton undershirts from the men’s department. There are enough disposable shirts in there to cover my back for two months before I will need to buy more, if my back still needs protective coverings by then. It probably won’t, but it never hurts to be prepared.
I can fit most of the rest of my possessions in a single large suitcase, which I bought from the same department store where I found the bed linens. My regular clothing barely takes up half the space; my winter coat fills up the other half. There’s plenty of room in among the clothing to fit the rest of my belongings, most of which are presents Erastes has given me over the years we’ve been together: The brocade fabric and trim from various Yule present wrappings that I eventually
