Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
Carmen let go of the corner only after I promised to return it.
When I reached the doorway, she called after me.
“Don’t let a stranger convince you that your family has done something wrong.”
I turned back.
“Then help me prove that we haven’t.”
She had no document to offer me.
I carried the photocopy out with the cream envelope in my coat pocket, and behind me Carmen called Frank’s name before I reached the stairs.
Samuel’s office above the pharmacy was quiet when I returned.
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