surprise.â
âMargaret, look! My new dress!â Claire leaped out from behind Mr. Mack and twirled so that her dress billowed out around her like the umbrella in a fancy drink. It wasnât pink. It was blue, with yellow flowers.
âI canât believe it,â said Margaret. She looked at her father in amazement. âHow did you talk her into it?â
âWe didnât have to. It passed the twirl test.â
Claire stopped spinning and threw her arms around Margaretâs waist. âEmily and Sarah got one, too! And so will you, as soon as you come home, because of the baby.â
âThe babyâs here?â said Margaret.
âOh, Matthew, why didnât you call?â Gran came hurrying out of the kitchen with a dishtowel in her hands. âIs everyone all right? Wendy? The baby?â
âEveryoneâs fine, Mom. Everyoneâs great,â said Mr. Mack, kissing Gran on the cheek. âI didnât call because Claire wouldnât rest until she could tell Margaret herself. In person. Right, Claire?â
They all looked at Claire.
âItâs a boy,â she said proudly.
âA boy?â said Margaret.
âMargaret said Wendy only has girls,â said Roy. He sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes.
âNot anymore,â said Mr. Mack. âThis time, she had a nine-pound two-ounce boy.â
âI have a brother,â Margaret said. It seemed amazing. It seemed impossible. Her heart gave a tiny lurch, like growing pains.
âOh, Matt, how wonderful,â said Gran. She sat down suddenly, her eyes bright. âWhat does he look like?â
âYou mean,
who
does he look like.â Mr. Mack rested his hand on Margaretâs head. âHe looks exactly the way Margaret did when she was born. Do you remember, Mom? She looked like a boxing glove in a black wig.â
âThe poor little thing,â said Margaret. She felt fierce, like a mother lion. âDonât you dare make fun of him.â
âWhatâs his name?â said Roy.
âHe doesnât have one!â shouted Claire, jumping up and down.
âWhy not, Matt?â Gran said.
Her Dad turned to look at her. âWendy and I think Margaret should be the one to name him. After all, sheâs the oldest.â
âMe?â said Margaret, stunned.
It felt like the most important job she had ever been given. What did
she
know about naming a baby? Sheâd never had one before. And a boy? Who looked like her? She could feel Gran and her dad watching her.
Well, for one thing, he was going to hate his hair. She knew that. And no matter how much she tried to protect him, Emily and Sarah were going to want to dress him up in dollâs clothes all the time, and Claire was going to be after him to play horses with her. . . .
âTad.â She looked at her father with conviction. âHis real name can be David, but weâll call him Tad.â
For a second she was afraid
his
eyes were bright with tears. But then he grabbed her and held her against him so tightly, she could hardly breathe. âThatâs my girl,â he said into her hair. âMom? Is that okay with you?â
âItâs wonderful,â said Gran. âYour father would be so pleased.â
Claire started to twirl around the room again. âNow Emily has Sarah, and I have Margaret, and we all have Tad,â she sang. âEmily has Sarah, I have Margaret, and we all have Tad.â
âAnd Roy, you can have all of us, anytime you want,â said Mr. Mack.
âTad sure is going to need another boy around,â said Roy.
âIâd better tell Wendy so she can stop calling him Baby Mack,â said Mr. Mack.
âLet me,â said Margaret. âI want to be the one.â
âMatthew, you come and open the champagne,â said Gran. She held out her hand. âAnd Claire, you and Roy can help me make the Shirley
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