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

he said, I could burn it unread and cuss him while I did.

Ethan glanced up. “Is this for me?”

“No. It’s for the person who gets the blanket.”

He understood before I finished speaking.

His face changed.

Not with greed. I need to be fair to him there. With shame.

Because by then he knew exactly who had and had not treasured the blanket.

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