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

picked blue stars.

I set it on the windowsill over the sink.

Months later, when my grandson finally arrived, Ethan brought him to my house alone for the first visit.

Seven pounds, nine ounces.

Serious face.

Dark hair pasted to his little head.

He slept through half of it, sneezed once, then opened one eye like he was already suspicious of everybody.

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