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“I want Darcy to be my new mom,” Ricky said.

Joe looked at his son and felt a lump lodge in his throat. He’d hoped that Ricky had gotten over this desperation for a mother. But somehow the boy had decided that Darcy Beckett was the perfect maternal candidate.

Joe took a deep breath. Was there anything Darcy was less suited for? “Darcy is not the mom type,” he said, more to himself than to Ricky.

“Why not?”

“Well, we like milkshakes. Darcy likes champagne. And every mouthful costs about as much as a box of crayons.”

“Oh.”

There was a long silence, and Joe thought, gratefully, that the subject was closed. Someday, he told himself, his son would understand. And when he did, maybe he could explain it to Joe.

“But what if she drank something else?” Ricky piped up. “Then could she be my new mom?”