Hello, Tony, I signed. We brought you a couple of friends.
He looked at the toys Jackson held and smiled ever so faintly.
How are you? I asked.
He shrugged.
Well, go on, I said. We got them for you.
He approached Jackson slowly, biting at his lip, staring at the toys through his thick glasses. He looked from one to the other, as if he couldn’t decide which one to choose. His lower lip started trembling, and he burst into sudden tears.
I crouched down, waving my hand slowly at him, trying to get his attention.
I opened my arms.
He moved forward in a jerky, uncertain sort of way, letting me take him into my arms.
Why are you crying? I asked when he quieted down.
Belong to…me…true?
Yes. We thought you would like them…
True?
Yes, Little T. Do you like them?
He nodded very solemnl
