My Son Called at Midnight About the Blanket His Wife Threw Away

door shutting. Footsteps. He was moving away from somebody.

“Mom, please.”

“Who told you?”

He swallowed hard enough that I heard it.

“Uncle Gary.”

Of course.

My brother-in-law Gary had been at the shower for exactly twenty-two minutes before leaving with two deviled eggs wrapped in a napkin and three opinions nobody asked for. Gary noticed everything. He continue reading …