My twelve-year-old son came home

know.”

“Then why would you give it away?”

“There was a lady at the bus stop,” he said quickly. “She was pregnant, Mom. Really pregnant. She was crying, and her coat was soaked, and nobody was helping her.”

I stared at him.

“So you gave her your jacket too?”

“Eli, that was from your dad.”

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