THE RED COAT IN THE CHARITY SHOP
by Hattie Ellis (Salisbury)
A young woman came in the other day. She was looking about for a coat for her child. It was pouring with rain. She wore a body warmer and a t-shirt. It was the end of November. I said: ‘Are you cold?’ and she said I’m fine and smiled.
She was on the run from her husband. Social services had given them shelter; a flat, but nothing else. There’s a look; a very definite mask. If you’ve been in that sort of situation yourself, you see it. I have, with my mother.
I took a coat off the peg; it was a wonderful gorgeous , expensive-looking coat with big shoulder collars and a blue scarf to match. I picked them out and put them on her; she started to cry.
She came back to say thank you. We took her under our wing, had cups of coffee. The more you helped the more she opened up. It was the fear of life and starting again, away from the family. She was cut off. We get a lot of stories like that here.

