One of the many differences in my new "home" was the weather. I'd been living in the Midwest, and had seen a fair amount of cold and snow -- but not nearly the amount that I'd experience in New England, and my wardrobe wasn't adequate.
At the first snow, realizing that my lightweight coat wouldn't be warm enough, my uncle's wife reached into the hall closet and pulled out the blue ski jacket that had previously been worn by her daughter. She gave it to me and told me to wear it.
|I'd never even seen a ski jacket before. The one I was given|
looked very much like this and had belonged to my adoptive sister.
I wasn't happy about wearing someone else's coat, but knew better than to complain (too much). In the end, it didn't matter because it was already on the small size and would only fit me that one season.