Chapter 13
After dinner, Jef was a sticky mess. I swore he ate butter and syrup as his meal but, in reality, I saw that he’d done well with everything he’d been given other than his egg. Boo had been all too happy to dispatch that for him. I ran him into our room for a bath while Mel tackled the mess in the kitchen.
Hannah came home from her shortened night at school just as I was pulling Jef out of the tub. She took over getting him dressed while I quizzed her about the name draw.
“Her name is Morgan Barber.”
“Sounds sophisticated.”
“Mmm,” she shook her head, “I don’t think so. She’s actually pretty quiet...keeps to herself most of the time.”
“Older or younger than you?”
Hannah shrugged as she concentrated for a few seconds on pulling Jef’s pajama bottoms on. That done, she said, “
