Shoes

I bought a pair of shoes at a second hand shop, I have rather big feet it is difficult to get new shoes in Portugal as the biggest number is 44 while I use 45. My ears are big too, but since I don´t wear earrings it does not matter. Then I learned the previous owner had suddenly died and his widow had sold off his belongings. Since knowing this, sometimes it is better to be ignorant, I stopped wearing the dead man´s shoes. What do I know the footwear might feel rebellious and take an unwanted step into oncoming traffic. I put them under the bed in the spare room where they collect dust of time. But I´m kind hearted should a tramp come begging I´ll give him the shoes