“And apparently our bed.”
Greg glanced toward the ceiling.
“Technically, I volunteered myself out of that.”
I crossed my arms.
“So your back never hurt?”
He looked embarrassed.
“It actually does now.”
“Because you’ve spent three weeks sleeping in this room?”
“Possibly.”
I covered my face with my hands.
Then another thought returned.
“The blanket.”
Greg looked toward Susan.
She was curled against my chest inside the faded blue knitting.
“Why this blanket?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve protected that thing through three house moves.”
“I know.”
“You wouldn’t even let
