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

fingers tightened on the wool.

“And did you?”

“No.”

That at least was honest.

“What happened next?”

He let out a tired breath. “Gary heard the argument. He pulled me into the hallway near the bathroom and asked if that was your blue-star blanket.”

I nodded once.

“He said Dad told him years ago there was money put away for a grandkid. He thought it was probably continue reading …