Years ago, I found the strangeness emanating from a youngish woman seated across an airplane aisle captivating. Then it came to me. Everything about her cried "new". So new, in fact, that from haircut and makeup to jewelry and clothes, shoes, wrap, fancy carry-on bag, even the magazine that engrossed her looked oddly bereft without price tags attached.
Had some calamity befallen her? Maybe she'd lost absolutely everything and this was a new start. Did the oversized engagement ring come with a controlling lover intent on making her over? Or had she come upon a small fortune and blown it all?