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FUR
COAT A
woman in a mink coat, fur cold in winter, fragrant
with her perfume, her dark brown hair pulled
back in an elegant bun, porcelain-clear skin, deep
brown eyes, diamond ring and earrings. Her
coat made of 40 or so animals, ranch
raised, killed by electrocution— a probe in
the mouth, another in the rectum—doesn’t hurt the
fur. Flesh goes for cat food or fertilizer. As
a small boy, I’d rub my face in soft, cold fur. Mom
thought it cute, but pulled me away, “That
coat cost a fortune.” Neither
of us knew the price. |