I stopped.
Greg pulled it closer.
“You’re frightening her.”
“Her?”
He carefully folded back the corner of the blanket.
A tiny gray face appeared.
Two irritated little eyes stared directly at me.
For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
“What is that?”
Greg blinked.
“A kitten.”
“I can SEE that it’s a kitten!”
The tiny animal let out a squeak.
Greg immediately looked down.
“It’s okay, Susan.”
I stared at him.
“Susan?”
“My mother’s name.”
“You named a kitten after your dead mother?”
For one ridiculous moment, that somehow seemed like
