Victoria had a thing about her red sweater. It was obviously purchased at a store – the tag was still on it, though it was faded. She wore the sweater daily, until a CNA would finally tell her enough was enough. She would be told that the sweater would get washed and she would get it back the next day. Victoria had a closet full of sweaters, but that didn't matter. She wanted her red one. That red one. And anyone who took anything away from Victoria stole it.