In which Haron returns home and opines hopefully about Abel’s fashion choices:
No sooner than we made it back from the airport and had some food, he innocently said:
“Do you like my new belt?”
I looked. And closed my eyes, to see if the monstrosity would go away if I blinked. And then I looked again. The belt was still there: the thickest, widest strip of leather I’ve ever seen, liberally decorated with massive metal studs. With a belt like that, Abel would have been welcome at a hard rock festival. He was clearly delighted at having sneaked in a purchase like that while I wasn’t looking.
I honestly told him that the belt suited him very much. And that I was sure it was purely decorative.
It turns out that “purely decorative” was excessively optimistic.