A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: Clay McLeod Chapman’s “Coatroom”

My mission was simple: a pea coat. Gray wool. Broad collar. Anchor-embossed buttons. This particular dinner party had taken place in the middle of winter, so everybody had come bundled up in downy jackets and scarves. When I first entered Mom and Dad’s room, I took in their bed, completely covered in coats. A mountain,…