Sheila twitched her lip and watched the man in the bed. He was staring at the ceiling as he talked, and paused for a while as he recalled distant memories.
“Anyway, we tried and we tried, but it just didn't happen. Tammy became depressed and we started to drift apart. If it hadn't been for Patrick's wife, Rose, I think Tammy would have left me.”
The old man eyed Sheila who sat patiently waiting for him to continue, “It was actually Rose who came up with the idea of adoption.”
“So you adopted Roland?” Sheila asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
“We certainly did,” Roly nodded, “Took him in at just a week old and brought him up as our own.”
“How wonderful,” Sheila commented, “What about the boy's parents?”
“Oh, we never knew who they were,” he continued, pausing for breath, “But
