Like Dandelion Dust
“As soon as he’d gotten home from the office, Molly told him about the message from the social worker and he listened to it himself. He agreed with Beth. This Allyson Bower probably was missing a detail in Joey’s file somewhere, a bit of information that was part of regularly updating the adoption files.
Still, the hour of wrestling on the floor with Joey and carrying him around on his shoulders like King Kong and reading him Finding Nemo before bed all took on extra significance. Joey’s laughter filling the living room, the feel of his little-boy hands tucked safely in Jack’s own, the smell of shampoo in his damp hair after bath-time. Jack was aware of every detail.
The boy was everything to them, the heartbeat of their home.
So even though he believed what Beth had told Molly, that the call wasn’t important, that they’d laugh about it tomorrow, Jack had trouble sleeping. Couldn’t the woman have left a more detailed message?
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