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

“What’s that?” I’d asked.

He gave me that look. The one that meant he had decided something and was now pretending we both had.

“For later.”

“Later what?”

“Later family.”

He was a practical man in most ways. But when it came to children, and then grandchildren we didn’t even have yet, something in him turned almost boyish. Hopeful to the point of stupidity,continue reading …