Jumping off places week three

What follows is my third entry in atticreflections.blogspot.com "Jumping off" places hosted by Linda.  Please stop by and read everyone's story started from a choice of first lines.  Why not join in?

The texture of the fabric was intoxicating and I knew it was expensive.

I never went in this store.  The prices, well, the prices just floored me.  As I picked up the red scarf and rubbed it on my cheek I just knew it was perfect.  The softness, the touch, it was just beyond belief.

I have never bought such an extravagant thing.  It just was not feasible.  This scarf would take the majority of what I call my cookie jar cash. Cash meant for emergencies. Think!  I whispered to myself would this qualify as an emergency?

I reached deep in my pocket and felt around for my wallet.  In what seemed like seconds I was on my way out the door holding my bag tightly.  I walked briskly and reached my destination in no time. 

I got on the elevator and smiled a guilty smile at those who rode it with me.  The door to the elevator opened.  As I emerged I had a self-satisfying spring in my step as walked down the hall.  I opened the door and went inside.

The woman lay in the bed surrounded by IV’s and wires.  Something shabby and gray covered her head. I placed the scarf in her hands and I could see as she lifted it to her cheek, that yes, this qualified.