He Embraced His Rescued Sunshine, I Waved Farewell to the Past

At my mother-in-law's sixtieth birthday party, she made her toasts, and the one she toasted was the adoptive sister who'd donated marrow to my husband. Across the round table, she raised her glass to me. "You know that wedding quilt you slept under last week? I slept under it first, one whole night before you did." "Fell asleep so hard I couldn't hold it in and left a little damp spot on it. You don't mind, do you?" The whole table of relatives went dead silent in an instant. My mind went blank. That quilt had still been over me last night.