“You are my boy, aren’t you?” “Can you be—well, two men’s boy?” questioned Wade, loyalty to the father he had never known struggling with love for the man who held him so understandingly. “Yes,” said Rhett firmly. “Just like you can be your mother’s boy and Aunt Melly’s, too.” Wade digested this statement. It made sense to him and he smiled and wriggled against Rhett’s arm shyly.
