The envelopes were hidden under our dinner plates at Easter.
I found mine when I lifted the plate to pass it down for ham. A plain white envelope with our names written across the front in my mother-in-law’s careful cursive. Nate and Molly.
Across the table, Kim found hers first. She tore it open, pulled out a folded check, and slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Mom. Dad. Oh my gosh.”
Jeff opened his next. He looked at the check, looked at his father, and let out a low whistle. “Twenty thousand?”
Then Stacy. She read the amount, burst into tears, and grabbed her napkin to press against her eyes. “We can finally make an offer on the place on Birch Street,” she sobbed. “Kyle, we can actually do it.”
Twenty thousand dollars each. Toward a house.
Ron leaned back in his chair at the head of the table, smiling like a man who had just won a raffle. Judy stood at the counter in her floral apron, beaming at her children.
Nate and I looked at each other. Then I opened ours.
Inside was a greeting card. A little bluebird perched on a branch of cherry blossoms.
You’ve always been such a capable couple, Judy had written. We know you can handle anything. Love, Mom and Dad.
That was it.
No check.
I actually tipped the envelope upside down over my lap, like maybe something had stuck to the inside. Nothing fell out.
Nate took the card from my hand. He read it once. Then he folded it in half, slid it into his shirt pocket, and picked up his fork.
His ears had gone bright red. In nine years of marriage, I had learned that was the only sign Nate ever gave. He didn’t yell. He didn’t slam things. His ears just burned.
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