Nuala said, 'look what I found in the mud'...
Nuala and Crystal moved to an apartment in Dublin.
the place was a warren-like dump. plastic bins shoved into all the cabinets in the kitchen; tiny hallways crammed with detritus; chairs atop sofas piled into corners.
They decided to go outside and see what the garden was like. It was a vast estate destroyed by a natural disaster—like a flood, water related…
the land sculpted into giant mounds of mud the size of hills. tree roots and other internal structures of the land had surged, or been forced, to the surface. cross-sections of the formations revealed their bones of roots and tree trunks and garbage. spared barren trees loomed on the edges of the disaster.
Nuala said, ‘look what I found in the mud’, holding up a plastic bag with a strip of leather, bits of fabric and a gorgeous piece of silvery, raw linen.
Then Crystal noticed that Nuala wore the most beautiful bra-thing: one cross strap of chartreuse silk with a silk print bandeau edged in a clashing print. she thought, “ I wish I had that bra.”