them.
âAnd maybe he is making up a little tune right this minuteâyou know that way he did. Do you think so, John?â
âMaybe.â
Another day, Marta said, âBeagle hasnât been the same since Jacob left. Look at him. All he does is lie there. Heâs sad.â
âHeâs a dog. Heâs not sad.â
âSure he is, John. Dogs can be sad. Just like people. Just likeââ
âMaybe. Maybe so.â
Marta lay awake at night, trying to imagine what Jacob was doing. She made up scenes for him. There he is with his dog. I hope he has a dog. Theyâre running around the yard. I hope they have a yard. There he is sitting on his bed. I hope he has a bed. Heâs playing his guitar. I hope he still has the guitar .
John worried while he was driving. Some people shouldnât have kids. That father shouldnât have dropped Jacob off here without knowing usâwhat if we were bad people? What if he drops Jacob off somewhere else, where people arenât good to him ? That last thought made John so agitated he had to pull over to the side of the road. He bent his head against the wheel.
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O ne Saturday, they returned to the park where Jacob and Lucy had played together, and there was Lucy, swinging, and there was her mother, sitting on the bench, her face tilted toward the sun.
âOh!â she said, when she saw Marta and John. âWhat a great surprise! We wondered what had happened to you. We were worried.â
Marta explained as best she could.
âOh, dear. Oh, my. Oh, how very difficult. Oh, how could you bear it? There, there.â
The three adults sat for some time, watching Lucy swing. At last, Lucyâs mother said, âI know exactly what you should do next!â
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O n the way home, John said, âI donât know the first thing about foster children.â
âMe either, but Lucyâs mom said those kids need good homes. I canât bear the thought that there are kids out there who donât have homes. Maybe we should talk to that Mrs. Floydâthat friend of Lucyâs mother.â
âSheâs in charge of placement?â
âYes. Weâd have to be interviewed and approved.â
John scowled. âWhat if we donât pass? Iâm not good at being interviewed.â
âMe either. And what if we get a child who isnât happy with us?â
âOr what if we donât like the kid?â
âOf course weâll like the child, John. How could we not like a child?â
âYou never met my cousinâs kids.â
âWonât it be hard if we just have the child for a few months and then heâs gone again? Wonât that be like losing Jacob?â
âThatâs the part Iâm worried about,â John admitted.
âMaybe they wonât have any children available anyway. We shouldnât get our hopes up.â
When they met with Mrs. Floyd, however, they learned that there were twenty-seven children who needed temporary homes. John and Marta were interviewed and were visited at their home.
âHow many can you take?â asked Mrs. Floyd.
âHow many? Maybe we should start with just oneââ
âHow about two? I have a brother and sister who need a home like yours. Itâs temporary, of course. Be sure youâre okay with that. Probably about six months.â
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T he brother and the sister who came to John and Martaâs were eight and ten years old. Tyler and Zizi were thin as rails and sullen, refusing to speak.
âJacob wasnât ever gloomy like that, was he?â John asked Marta the first night, after the children were in bed.
âNo, never.â
âAre we ever going to look after a child who speaks?â
âShh, they can speakââ
âTo each other, maybe, but not to us. They wonât even look us in the eye, Marta.â
âTheyâre just scared.â
âWhen do you think
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