“Put in two extra pairs of socks,” Sarah said.

“I’ve only got what was left in the Buick’s trunk,” I said.

She went down the narrow hall into her sewing room and came back with a small stack of yellow flannel receiving blankets.

“The baby will need these when we bring the crib over,” Sarah said.

“David sold the crib frame online for seventy-five dollars,” I said.

“I found the printout in the garage trash.”

Sarah stopped folding the flannel and looked straight at me.