Maruth
The girl waited behind a lamp post, watching with a sneer on her face. The young man walked with his face down, thinking about his dilemma. Her sneer changed to a look of triumph as she dropped her wallet on the sidewalk, just before he passed her. A sure-fire bait.
A wool suit hanging in the closet, smelling faintly of moth balls, reminded me of someone from a distant past, with a life.