“What’s with you and the blankets?” “Ugh. They’re just the best. The wool is so soft. The color.” This one is a lemony yellow. “I love how they smell like this place.” “They’re made on the island,” he says, pointing to the tag at the edge of the blanket. macausland’s woollen mills. “Up in Bloomfield. I can take you there tomorrow if you want.” “Yes. Really?” “Sure. I’ve never seen someone so excited by a blanket.”
