blanket.
“How long, Karen?”
“Since May.”
It was late September.
My knees actually weakened. I sat down on the edge of my side of the bed without deciding to.
“Since May,” I said.
She nodded.
The room buzzed with that little pump machine. Somewhere down the hall the ice maker dropped cubes into the freezer bin. A car passed outside.
All the normal sounds.
I continue reading …
