"Tina, you can give him the old blue sweater that's on the hook on the
hall," I said.
She got up. Got it. Came back. Handed it to him.
He looked at the name tag. "Luke McCrae."
"Yes, it belonged to my husband," I said. "You can have it. I don't
have any use for it."
He looked unsure.
Tina said. "Put it on Jerry. It's cold."
He left wearing it.