We’d had a great time in Mexico, but now we had to leave. I was somewhat embarrassed and ashamed, however, that I was the only woman not boarding the plane in a petticoat. I looked on in envy at the frilly pale green lace slip worn by the woman sitting next to me in the departure lounge.
I had planned to make a petticoat of my own, but forgot to pick up the elastic for the waistband. Now it was too late.