The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

Where would you ever have seen a hat like that?”

“My mother keeps that exact hat in a cedar box under her bed,” Lily said, her voice level and completely detached.

“It’s an old knit cap,” I said, reaching up to take it down.

“Paul’s mother knitted dozens of them for church bazaars years ago.”

“It has three knots behind the left ear flap,” Lily said, her arm still straight and steady.

“The green yarn in the ribbed brim is missing two stitches.”