When he was gone, my relief was overwhelming. I said, “Whew! I think that went pretty well, don’t you?” I turned to find Jackson staring at me like I was a stranger. “What?” I said, instantly worried I’d made some terrible gaffe. But he only shook his head in wonder. “You hugged my father,” he said softly, his eyes shining. “I can’t decide if you’re a genius or totally insane.” I beamed at him. “That’s easy. I’m a genius.” “Yes,” he murmured, “I’m beginning to think so.” Then, still shaking his head, he took my arm and led me away.
