She lifted a pair of pants, royal blue cotton size eight, and then held it beside her hips. Laura hooked the hanger over her finger and resumed flipping dexterously through the garments. Another pair made the transition to her finger, and then another. Laura sighed, wondering if she shouldn’t have gone to look at furniture instead. “I don’t really need pants,” she thought.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov