It was to pick one of the photographs off my blanket and hold it up next to her telephone.

“Show me,” I said.

“Whatever it was you told him.

Show me.”

Part Forty-One: Look at That Nose

She set the photographs out across my blanket, one after another.

The first few were pictures of the newborns, the ones Kevin had obviously sent her that morning.

She lifted one of them up and held it next to the screen of her telephone.