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

where to press. Robert used to joke that if I ever got bored hemming slacks, I could go into organized crime.

“Come over,” I said.

“Now?”

“If you want the truth, Ethan, then yes. Now.”

He didn’t argue.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and hung up.

What Robert Did

While I waited, I put water on for tea and didn’t drink any of it.

The blanket stayed in my lap.

I ran my continue reading …