“Look, there’s no pressure,” I said strongly. “The blanket is just a gift, not a binding agreement.” “It’s not to say that I wouldn’t…I mean, I…” She buried her face in her palms, and I sat on the bed beside her and drew her to my chest. I hugged Jane, and she mumbled against my body, “This is all so…” “Soon,” I finished. She looked up at me. “I was going to say new.”
