“Don’t tell me you’re still worrying about whether I approve of you.”
“Do the words cold, heartless bastardring any bells with you, Dad? Jesus Christ!”
“Let’s not start fighting again,” Mrs. Ledbetter said. “We have company. Anyway, I agree with Jackie. Tony’s perfect. He’s small, so he won’t eat them out of house and home. He’s blind, so he won’t be running away—if he tries, he won’t get far. Probably run into the nearest stop sign and knock himself out. And he doesn’t talk, so they won’t even know he’s around. What more could you ask of a child? You’ll hardly know he’s there at all.”
“It was very kind of y’all to allow us to have this weekend visit at your house,” I said, trying to change the subject and smooth things over.