“Did you tell her about Tony?” I said.
Jackson nodded.
“And?”
Jackson sighed.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I really liked that little girl,” he admitted. “I like Tony too. Don’t get me wrong. But Amelia was such a little sweetie, and I felt such a connection to her.”
“So you don’t want to take Tony?”
“It’s not that—we can’t change our minds now.”
“Then what is it?”
He sighed again.
“First we can’t find any kid at all. Now we’ve got two and we have to choose between them?” I said, frustrated.
“Maybe we don’t have to choose,” Jackson said quietly.
“Take both of them?”
“Why not?”
“I thought you didn’t want another child.”
“I don’t. I mean…I don’t know what I mean. But I don’t want to say no to her, Wiley. Her mother just died. She must be out of her mind. And I would love to have a daughter.”
“You don’t think it’s too much?”
“Two kids?”
“Twice the trouble?”
“Or twice the fun,” he countered.