Now, a handbag that was once carefully chosen and no doubt cherished sits on a shelf. Monogrammed; the very thing that made it unique,
prevents it from belonging to anyone else.
I suspect Gisèle kept the purse for that reason. It was an extension of her mother, and also too good to throw out. So, it languishes in her closet.
A purse that began its life as a humble lizard, waits to return to dust as all lizards eventually do.(...)