the world.â
Jimmy. It came back to that, to the silly name sheâd called her unborn child when he nestled in her womb. If she hadnât named him, or if sheâd called him Adam as a reminder that he was destined to become a Greenspan, maybe this wouldnât have happened.
âCould I see the babyâs room?â I asked. It was an abrupt change of subject, but I wanted an antidote to the image of Josh forcing his heavy body onto Amberâs.
âI want to be able to tell the judge that you and Scott are ready to give the baby a good home,â I explained, trying to soften the investigative aspect of the situation.
Amber ushered me into the back bedroom with a triumphant smile. All the stuffed animals from Amberâs room at the group home were lined up on a white shelf unit. A white crib with a Sesame Street mobile hanging over it sat in one corner of the room, while a matching changing table and chest of drawers flanked the opposite wall. A baby quilt with the letters of the alphabet appliquéed in pastels hung over the crib.
âNice,â I said.
There were cardboard cartons with a Kansas return address sitting open in one corner of the room. âLooks like youâre getting baby presents already,â I remarked.
âFrom my folks in Kansas City,â Amber said. âAnd my sister in Baltimore.â
âScottâs parents live here on Staten Island, donât they?â I asked. âI imagine theyâre pretty excited about their new grandchild.â
Was I cross-examining my client or just making polite conversation? Amber looked at me as if she wasnât sure, and I couldnât have sworn which I was doing myself.
âNot really,â she said in a small voice. âI wish they were. Iâd love the baby to have grandparents close by, but they donât get along with Scott. They think his marrying me was a mistake.â
âAmber, are you sure about this?â I blurted out. I looked at the nest sheâd made for her offspring and realized it was a monumentally stupid question. Sure or not, Amber wanted this child and had made ready for it. What else did the law require? What else could I require?
She gave a long sigh. âYes,â she said, her tone firm. âI know I can raise Jimmy with Scottâs help. Iâm sorry about Josh and Ellie, I really am, but I canât let them keep him or Iâll regret it for the rest of my life.â
âLook, itâs better this way,â I said for the fifth time. âThe last thing that kid needs is to become the Baby Jessica of Brooklyn.â
âBaby who? Oh, that case in the Midwest. God, that was awful,â Dorinda said, her eyes widening. âCan you imagine raising a child for two-and-a-half years and thenââ
âMy point exactly,â I cut in. My finger hit the counter as punctuation for my words. âIf those adoptive parents had given back the baby as soon as the birth mother changed her mind, they could have done their grieving and started over with a baby they could keep. And that poor kid wouldnât have been carried off crying for Mommy and getting used to a new name.â
âYou make it sound so simple,â my old friend objected. She was wiping glasses on a vintage fifties dishtowel with a red-and-blue rooster print. Her long, wheat-colored hair hung in a thick single braid behind her head. She could have auditioned for a revival of I Remember Mama and gotten the part hands down.
âI didnât say it was simple,â I muttered. âLook, just pour me another iced coffee, will you?â
âYou drink too much coffee,â Dorinda pronounced. âI made some cold red zinger. You couldââ
âI said iced coffee and I meant iced coffee,â I replied. âThis court appearance is the worst thing Iâve faced since Rojeanâs arraignment. Iâm going to need caffeine and plenty of it, so zing
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