“Onny,” he sobbed, lip wobbling. “Me want Onny.” “I’ll be back,” I coaxed, feeling my heart crack in my chest. “I promise.” Tipping his chin up, I wiped a tear off his cheek and smiled. “Are you going to take care of Sookie for me?” Sniffling, he nodded. “Good lad,” I told him, ruffling his hair. “Now, no more crying because I’m going to phone you up, okay? I’m going to call the house and say ‘Dellie, is my Seany there?’” He smiled. “And me say, ‘my Onny there?’” “That’s right.”
