“You’re not going to be home for Christmas?” Mama was outraged.
I pulled the phone away from my ear.
“We’re going to stay in Boston,” I said.
“Wiley, why? It’s Christmas! I thought you said there was no way in hell you were going to spend the holidays with the Ledbetters!”
“Something’s come up, Mama.”
“What?”
“The visitation.”
“The little deaf boy you were talking about?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Well, we really like him. We want to have another visitation with him over Christmas. I don’t want him to have to spend Christmas in that place all alone.”
“But you don’t even know this child, Wiley.”
“We’re getting to know him.”
“I don’t understand why you have to adopt. You’re just asking for trouble.”
“I’m not going to fight about it with you again, Mama. I’m just explaining.”
“So you’re n
