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

missed manners, but not details.

I closed my eyes.

Gary must have remembered something Robert had said years ago after too much bourbon on our back porch. Robert got sentimental exactly twice a year, Christmas Eve and his birthday, and both times he talked like a man tidying his life in his own head.

“What did Gary say?” I asked.

“That Dad left something continue reading …