I remember clearly the moment I realised we had been burglarised. Returning from the train station to retrieve my wife, when turning the key in the lock of the front door, and feeling the chain engaging, I knew immediately we had been hit.
This was the 80s, so it was a heavy ass tv, my stereo and some jewellery, almost entirely costume, that we first noticed missing. They missed her fur coat, and some other valuables, well hidden, were also spared.
In the days following the filing of the police report, exactly as the officers suggested may happen, we noticed additional missing items we hadn’t at first noticed. Several bottles of my cologne and her perfume, a few CDs, there were 2 framed pieces of artwork we noticed missing from a desk drawer. And, the collection of intimate Polaroid photographs I kept of her in my bedside table drawer had vanished.
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