Grace had sent a photograph of a piece of blue fabric.
A single crooked pocket had been sewn onto it.
Beneath the picture, she had written:
Don’t tell your mom what this is for yet!
Noah looked at me.
“Mom, am I allowed to keep this secret?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Is anybody’s parent going to get called to school over it?”
He burst out laughing.
“Probably not.”
“Then I suppose I can survive a little surprise.”
He smiled.
But I couldn’t help wondering what Grace was making.
Part 7 — The Crooked Pocket and a New Beginning
Two weeks later, Michael called me.
I was surprised to see his name on my phone.
“Hello?”
“Rachel, it’s Michael Bennett.”
“Hi, Michael. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Actually, I wanted to apologize.”
I sat down.
“Apologize for what?”
“The way I behaved at the school meeting.”
He paused.
