That evening, Shirley sat by me on the couch. “Let me take him from you,” she said, touching Troy’s sleepy head. “He’s drooling on your shirt.”
“No, he’s fine.” I hadn’t seen Troy in a week and we’d finally spent some time together this evening. I’d played hide and seek with him until nightfall, and after he’d wolfed down a giant bowl of blackberries and fresh cream, he’d fallen asleep on my chest while watching TV. “Pass me my cup?”
Shirley reached for my tea on the coffee table and slipped it into my hand. “He missed you, you know. Kept asking about you all week.”
“How’s he adapting?”
“You mean Roy or Troy?”
I smiled. “All right…both I guess.”
“Well, Troy doesn’t want to come home from daycare and he’s been throwing fits. And Roy is being real nice and all. Doing chores around the
