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

much?”

I looked at him.

“If I’d told you before tonight, would Emily have wanted the blanket?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

The Seam

I laid the blanket flat on the table.

The ivory yarn glowed yellow under the kitchen light. The blue stars sat at the corners like little stitched compass points.

“Come here,” I said.

He stood and moved beside me.

I folded continue reading …