On Sunday, a new friend gave me this lovely infinity
scarf. I was chatting with another friend when I got this glow of
fuzzy feeling. When I was pregnant with Andrew, I knitted a coat with a
similar texture and colour. I wore it everywhere I went. It was stretchy
just like this scarf, and I wore it even when I was 9 months pregnant.
had forgotten about this purple coat until I chatted with Roz. Andrew
might have died, but he is in my heart, and it was having him that I
became a writer.