I just couldn’t find a T-shirt that fit. Whenever I pulled one over my head, it was larger than the last, and soon I stood completely enveloped in one whose huge sleeves hung slack over my hands. “I think it’s a little too big,” remarked the female shop assistant, who handed me another, but when it turned out to be even bigger, I kind of sensed where things were going. Before I had struggled to navigate out of the next shirt, she’d unbuttoned hers, lifted me up, and put me to her breast. Outside the shop the baby carriage was waiting.