Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“You are making a mistake by treating me as an opponent.”
“I have not called you an opponent.”
“You are acting like one.”
I opened the driver’s door.
Frank moved aside, but he held out the photocopy before I could get in.
“At least take this.”
I accepted it and put it in my coat pocket.
“You can keep the original envelope,” he said.