And maybe one with you.”
I considered.
“We already have one.”
“I know.”
She looked embarrassed.
“But I want one where nobody looks terrified.”
I laughed.
That sounded reasonable.
We said goodbye.
Lauren drove away.
I placed the cardigan in the Buick.
On the sleeve, a single white thread had caught near the cuff.
I pulled it loose.
Then stopped.