Two of my favorite things: Salinger and The Royal Tennenbaums. The still fits the text perfectly, looking like they were made for each other. How clever is fallonelizabeth for putting this all together?
“She was wearing a sheared-raccoon coat, and Lane, walking toward her quickly but with a slow face, reasoned to himself, with suppressed excitement, that he was the only one on the platform who really knew Franny’s coat. He remembered that once, in a borrowed car, after kissing Franny for a half hour or so, he had kissed her coat lapel, as though it were a perfectly desirable, organic extension of the person herself.” -J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey