Bra In The Bookcase

I don't know why I have a bra stuffed in my bookcase next to Henry James's Turn Of The Screw. I've read Henry James, but never worn the bra. As one grows older, the comfort thing looms larger and demands too be accommodated, along with aching bones. Life in the country has a few advantages--one can sag. I'm reading Elizabeth Goudge's The Scent of Water.