A dim memory grabbed me today: A yellow, pvc comb with two missing teeth that I used to keep in a secret spot under the bathroom sink at the house on Richmond. It was for putting in my jeans pocket to flatten out the folded pocket between the denim and my thigh. I remember my mom telling me that 'ladies use hangers.' I remembered a secret spike of shame when I realized that the corner of a coat hanger was too wide to fit in my pocket.