Jackson wrapped Tony in a large bath towel. He carried him into the room and sat him down on the bed, helped him dress in his too-big pajamas.
Where…my book?Tony asked, looking around rather frantically.
I had placed it on top of a dresser. I picked it up, showed it to him. He took it from my hands, hugged it to his chest as he crawled into bed.
Where…my picture? he asked.
In your book,I said, nodding at his book.
He opened the book in a fussy manner, flipping through the pages until he came across the strip of photos we’d taken at the mall. He looked at those photos and smiled.
Jackson sat on one side of the bed while I sat on the other.
We both watched him.
Finally he looked up from the photos, glancing at each of us.
Are you okay?I asked.
He nodded.
Do you want anything?
He shook his head.
If you need something, you come tell us. We’re just right through that door. Okay?
Okay.
Good night, Little T.
Mister?
Yes?