Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“Why has an attorney’s envelope been waiting in this house?” I asked.
“It arrived some time ago.”
“How long?”
“Long enough for me to think carefully about what to do with it.”
“That does not answer the question.”
She opened a cupboard and took down a glass.
“I thought Renata should be spared confusion.”
“What confusion?