At Carrie’s insistence, Cash brought down his trunks from the attic. They were two large footlockers that had been in a far corner upstairs, and Carrie hadn’t paid them much attention before. She rarely went into the attic as it was—all the stuff she brought with her when they married was used regularly and kept downstairs or in their bedroom. Nothing about the army green trunks indicated the girly contents inside.
She had expected more underwear, but Cash’s collection of frilly lingerie surprised her. There were sheer teddies, crotchless panties, padded bras with thin straps, G-strings, thongs, thigh-high hosiery, garter belts, corsets…even things she didn’t have names for, all in large sizes that fit her husband perfectly. After her initial shock wore off, she turned her attention from
