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"We bought the silk in a little shop behind the Ottawa market where the salesman made us strong coffee and served us rose-flavoured sweets and it felt as if we’d left the country entirely. He charmed me into buying the silk even though I knew it wouldn’t be heavy enough to withstand daily use. It didn’t help that Milo designated this as his favourite napping spot, scratching himself a a patch in the middle of the sofa each afternoon, or that we put it right under the big window where the sun faded the deep cayenne to a dusty coral. . ."