Chapter 60

“I think so,” Jackson said. “They’re still running tests…”

“Aunt Eunice must be a mess,” Freda observed.

“It was pretty sudden.”

“Can we see him?” Carlson asked.

“He’s in intensive care,” Jackson replied. “You both remember Wiley?”

“You haven’t changed,” Freda said, turning to me and holding out her hand. “I just read your new book. It was awful.”

“Well, I ain’t Shakespeare,” I admitted as we shook hands.

“I mean Noah’s death. Makes me glad I don’t have children and don’t want any. I heard you and Jackie were thinking about adopting.”

“We are.”

“I hope you’re being careful. Some of those children—I could tell you horror stories.”

“I’m sure you could.”

“I’ll get Mom,” Jackson said, frowning slightly. “I’m sure she’ll be happy you came.”

“What about Aunt Rita?” Freda asked.

“Aunt Rita” was Mr. Ledbetter’s little sister.

“Oh God, I hope you didn’t tell her,” Jackson said.