The total was just under fifty thousand dollars.
Not fortune money.
Not mansion money.
But education money.
Safety money.
Breathing room money.
Then he told me not to hand it over in an envelope.
He said money in an envelope could disappear into strollers, parties, and things that looked good in photographs.
He wanted me to sew it into something.
He wanted the baby’s family to open the blanket.
He wanted them to find time hidden inside time.
So after the funeral, when my hands shook too much to sit still, I bought cream wool and began.
Arthritis made me earn every row.
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Some nights I dropped a needle and cried before I bent to pick it up.
Some mornings my fingers would not close until I held them under hot water.
I knitted the sailboats because Frank loved water, though he was the sort of fisherman who talked more to the lake than to the fish.
