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

years old and somehow the same boy who used to bring me dandelions by the fistful, roots and all.

“No,” I said. “It stays here tonight.”

He accepted that.

At the door he turned back.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Not for the blanket. For more than that.

I nodded.

Then he was gone.

The next morning Emily called at 8:12.

I let it ring twice before answering.

Her voice continue reading …