Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried

Renata studied the invitation again.

She had colored a yellow star beside the time of the concert, and the star had six points instead of five.

“Can I bring my pink blanket back to my room?”

“It never had to leave.”

“I know.

But it was in the bag in case the judge said I had to go somewhere.”

I set the lunch box beside her school folder.

“The bag can stay empty today.”