My Mother-in-Law Left a Blue Notebook in Our Hallway Closet—After My Son Was Born, I Finally Learned What She Had Been Recording Inside It

Maybe one day.

Maybe never.

PART 80 — THOMAS AT TEN

He found the summer-wheat paint card in a drawer.

“What is this?”

“The color of your first nursery.”

“It’s ugly.”

I gasped theatrically.

“You slept under that color for four years.”

“That explains a lot.”