She expected us to give in rather than embarrass her.
Diane extended the blanket toward me.
I accepted it.
For a moment, I looked at the beautifully embroidered letters.
Then I folded the blanket and handed it back.
“We’ll return anything personalized with that name,” I said quietly. “And since you’re the one who told everyone, you can explain the misunderstanding.”
Her smile disappeared.
“What?”
I took a breath.
“We aren’t naming our son Benjamin just to spare you embarrassment.”
The room became painfully quiet.
Diane stared at me.
Then her eyes filled with tears.
“How could you say that? Benjamin devoted his entire life to this family. He worked so hard for us. Your husband should be proud to honor his father.”
She pressed the blanket against her chest.
“Your father would be heartbroken if he could see this, Levi.”
Several guests murmured sympathetically.
A woman near the front spoke up.
