theyâll stop being scared? Why are they scared? What should we be doing?â
ââNight, John.â
By the second week, John and Marta had learned that a pile of old lumber, a hammer, and some nails were a good outlet for the childrenâs aggression.
âWhat are they making, John?â
âI think itâs a fort.â
âThey sure like to hammer things.â
âJacob didnât hammer. He made music out of everything.â
By the third week, Tyler and Zizi were speaking to John and Marta.
âTheir language!â John said. âDid you hear what she called her teacher? Where did they learn words like that?â
âNow you want them to stop talking?â
âI was just used to Jacob, thatâs all. I mean he was so . . . so different . . . from Tyler and Zizi.â
âI guess every kid is different.â
It was the goats that finally softened the children. The goats nuzzled Tyler and Zizi and chased them and butted into them. Round and round the pasture the children ran, shrieking with laughter. Early each morning before the school bus stopped at the end of the drive, Tyler and Zizi ran to the barn and fed the goats. Each afternoon, when they returned from school, they raced up to see the goats.
One night at dinner, Tyler said, âItâs okay here.â
âYeah,â Zizi agreed. âItâs okay.â
John looked at Marta. âIs that a compliment, do you think?â
At the general store, Shep said, âI see youâre buying jelly beans again. That kid come back?â
John felt stabbing heartache. Heâd thought maybe he would think about Jacob less with other kids around, but he was thinking about Jacob more . He remembered every little gesture, every touch, every look on Jacobâs face. When they took Tyler and Zizi to get new shoes and clothes, he remembered taking Jacob to the same stores and how proud the boy had seemed with his new shoes.
âNo,â he replied to Shep. âThese jelly beans are for different kids. Weâre fostering them.â
âIs that right?â
John spotted a roll of tar paper. That would be perfect for the kidsâ fort , he thought. âIâll trade you this here belt for that roll of tar paper,â he said.
âYouâre going to run out of belts pretty soon, ainât ya?â
John and Marta stood at the fence watching Zizi wrap her arms around a goatâs neck.
âYou cutie,â Zizi sang to the goat. âYou cutie dootie.â
âYou hear that?â John said to Marta. âI think Zizi is turning soft.â
âMaybe,â Marta said. âOf course this morning, she stomped a caterpillar to bits and called it a creepy turd .â
âOh.â
âSheâs a funny kid, that Zizi is.â
They could hear Tyler hammering on the fort on the far side of the barn.
âDid you hear what Tyler called you last night, John? He called you Good Pa.â
âIs that what he said? I thought he called me Goo-bah. I thought it was an insult.â
âWhoâd ever guess kids could make you laugh so much?â
âJacob made us laugh.â
âSure, he did, but I didnât think all kids could make you laugh.â
âMarta, we havenât seen all kids yet.â
Tyler and Zizi left one day in the late spring. Theyâd all known this day would come, but that didnât make it any easier.
âYou can visit us any time you want,â Marta reassured them.
âYou can write to us, too. Weâd like that,â John said. âAnd come visit the goats. Theyâll miss you.â
âSo will we,â Marta said.
That night, Marta said, âI guess Iâm always going to cry when a child leaves.â
âDo you think we shouldnât have any more kids here? Do you think we should think about this some more? Are we always going to feel so awful when they