Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“He did not have a drawer,” she replied.
“You have to read the book properly.”
I started the page again.
When the story was finished, she asked whether I would be in the house when she woke up.
I told her yes, kissed her forehead, and pulled the pink blanket over her shoulders.
She reached for my hand before I could switch off the lamp.
“Will you read the letter tonight?”
“I will read it when you are asleep.”