My mom’s words were still in my head, but I wasn’t sure how to start the conversation I knew we had to have at some point. Finally I said, “Do you think Roby is the only kid we’ll ever have?” Mike looked up. “Whoa. Where did that come from?” I shrugged. “A bunch of things. This case. Talking to my mom tonight.” “Let me guess. She wants more grandchildren.” I broke off a piece of cornbread and fed it to Roby. “Yeah. Don’t your parents feel the same way?” “You know my dad. He thinks I’m still a big kid myself. And I don’t think they’re as liberated as your folks. They probably can’t conceive of me having kids.” “Can’t conceive,” I said, laughing. “You know what I mean.” “I do. But do you feel like we’re missing out on something by not being parents?” He pushed his empty plate away from him. “I like being part of your family, and hanging out with your nieces and nephews. But I also like being able to walk away from them.” “Me, too.
