ISLAND CABIN

Someone had given me a robe from Japan, not exactly a kimono either, all origami patterned and brightly colored soft worn cotton. Who was there to thank for this and how to put it on while floating? Why are the sleeves Victorian? Even my scrawny wrists are bursting out the stitches. A youngish woman at the restaurant below is sitting at a table in New York, politely like a model, not complaining about the stitches ripping out the wrists. But her robe is all black. There is more space where I'm heading.