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

in it. Something for… for the baby. He said if there was a blanket with blue stars, I should ask you before Emily donates anything.”

Donates.

I almost laughed.

Thrown in the trash had apparently become donates by the time the story reached him.

Outside, rain slid harder over the glass.

“Is Emily there?” I asked.

A pause.

“Yes.”

“In the room?”

“No. She’s in continue reading …