"Dresses don't have all these pockets," I said.
My future looked bleak and sparse.
"No, but you ladies have your pocketbooks. They hold even more."
Pocketbooks were an appendage. Pockets were part of the suit, inseparable.
Well if I couldn't have a suit I would have a man, at least, and I would know what wondrous things were in each of his pockets.
-Lynne Sharon Schwartz, p.23. (1983)
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