Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“Was Elena at this house with a baby?”
She turned away and picked up the unopened mail.
One envelope slipped from the stack and landed face down on the floor.
Neither of us moved to retrieve it.
“Please do not do this here,” she said.
“Where should I do it, Mom?
Where can I ask a question and get an answer?”
She bent to pick up the envelope.