In fact," Eric said, as he went to the front door, "I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it."
He left, closing the door behind him very quietly.
I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm.

It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood and tortoiseshell buttons.

Auteur: Charlaine Harris