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    â€œI guess.” Jody’s own father had died a year earlier and she missed him still. It had been a crushing emotional blow she hadn’t expected. Her father’s heart attack had taken the family by surprise. Just a week earlier, he’d been in for his yearly physical and was given a clean bill of health. Both Jody and her mother had been rocked by shock and grief. She’d assumed because her father had lived a long, full life that death would be easier to accept. That hadn’t been the case any more than it had been with Jeff, whose death had come without warning.
    â€œI don’t mean to be rude, Mom,” Timmy continued, burying a green bean deep in his pile of mashed potatoes, “but you can’t throw a ball worth a darn and I need to practice. Mr. Dillard said I had a chance of being a really good player someday.”
    â€œI see.”
    â€œYou’re not ugly either. I bet there’s some man out there who’d be willing to marry you.”
    Jody had to stop and think about that one. Her son wasn’t intentionally insulting her. In his eyes, he’d paid her a high compliment. “I’m sure there is someone who’d be willing to take a chance and marry me,” she said after a moment.
    â€œYou think so?” How eager he sounded. He scooted to the edge of his seat, propped his elbows against the table, and looked solidly at her. “Could you find and marry him before Christmas?”
    â€œTimmy, be serious, Christmas is less than a month away.”
    â€œYou mean it’ll take longer than that to get me a dad?”
    â€œYes, I’m sure it will.”
    â€œHow much longer?”
    Jody shrugged, not knowing how to answer. “I . . . I don’t know if I’m ready to be married again.”
    â€œWhy not?” Timmy asked, his eyes wide and innocent. “Rick Trenton told me his mom’s been married three times. You’ve only been married once. I was thinking about that and it doesn’t seem right. You’re a lot prettier than Rick’s mom and she’s already had two more husbands than you.”
    â€œIt doesn’t have to do with how pretty a woman is.”
    â€œThen what does it have to do with?” He cocked his head to one side, awaiting her answer.
    Jody wished she knew. “Marriage is a complicated business.” Much more complex than she could adequately explain to a nine-year-old boy who seemed to think she could find a husband on a grocery store shelf. She was about to suggest signing him up for Big Brothers when Timmy buried his fork in his meat and added, “Besides, I was thinking about you having a baby. I’ve decided I wouldn’t mind if I had to share my bedroom. Rick’s mom just had another baby and she let me hold him, and you know what, I kinda liked it.”
    â€œHow does Rick feel about having a little brother?”
    â€œHe thinks it’s cool, especially since he’s got two little sisters. Rick said you don’t get a choice if it’s a boy or a girl when babies are born. I don’t know how I’ll feel about a sister instead of a brother, but I decided I’d do what Rick does.”
    â€œAnd what’s that?”
    â€œTake what he gets.”
    Jody set her fork aside, her appetite gone. “That’s a mature attitude,” she murmured, wondering what she was going to do next. Timmy was serious. He wanted a father. Now he was talking about a brother or sister too.
    â€œThen you’ll start looking for a new dad for me?” His big brown eyes studied her carefully as if her decision was a momentous one.
    â€œI’ll think about it,” Jody said thoughtfully. “Now eat your green beans.”
    â€œI already did.”
    â€œThey’re buried in your mashed potatoes,” she said, waving her fork at him. “Now eat.”
    â€œAw, Mom.”
    It wasn’t until after nine that night, when