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

a useful word when somebody wants to sound better than they are.

I looked at the blanket folded beside me on the table.

“No,” I said.

The smoothness cracked a little. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t receive it. Your son will, in time. Through proper channels.”

“Proper channels?”

“Lawyer words. Bank words. The sort of thing people use when trust has gone missing.continue reading …