My Son Brought Home a One-Eyed Ginger Cat Because He Said They Matched – What We Discovered Under That Cat’s Collar Two Days Later Brought Us to Our Knees
punch, and a handmade sign with one crooked letter. Raymond read the welcome note out loud. Nobody cared that he went slow.
I wore the beige cardigan again, but not the way Marissa had given it to me. I had sewn on a blue button, stitched a small flower over the hole, and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows.
