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It moved like a memory across the grass, slipping between the trees. I thought it was saying my name.

  Max, Liddy said again, and I woke up.

  "You can't sleep out here," she said. "You'll freeze to death."

  She sat down next to me, a cloud of billowing cotton nightgown.

  "What are you two doing in there? Poring over the baby name books?" I asked.

  "No," Liddy said. She looked up at the sky. "I've been thinking."

  "What's there to think about?" I asked. "It's all good news."

  Liddy smiled a little. "That's what the word gospel means, you know. Spreading the good news of Jesus."

  "If you'll excuse me," I said, starting to get up, "I'm not really in the mood for a Bible lesson."

  She continued as if I hadn't even spoken. "You know what the greatest commandment in the Bible is, don't you? Love your neighbor as yourself."

  "Great," I said sourly. "Good to know."

  "Jesus didn't make exceptions, Max," Liddy added. "He didn't say we're supposed to love ninety-eight percent of our neighbors . . . but hate the ones who play their music too loud or who always drive over our lawn or who vote for Ralph Nader or who get tattooed from head to toe. There may be days I don't really want to love the guy whose dog ate the heads off my daylilies, but Jesus says I don't have a choice."

  She held out her hand, and I pulled her to her feet. "It's not love if there are conditions," she said. "That's what I've been thinking."

  I looked down at our clasped hands. "I don't know what to do, Liddy," I admitted.

  "Of course you do," she said. "The right thing."

  Ironically, we have to sign a contract. That the information Clive received will not be released by the plaintiff or the church, or be discussed with any party in the future. Pastor Clive signs a stipulation that Wade Preston writes on a piece of lined paper. The judge scans it and pronounces me the sole custodian of the three frozen embryos.

  By now, there is nobody left in the gallery. They're all outside, waiting for me to appear on the steps and give them a big smile and thank God for the outcome of this trial.

  "Well," Wade says, grinning. "I do believe my work here is done."

  "So they're mine now? One hundred percent legally mine?" I ask.

  "That's right," Wade agrees. "You can do anything you want with them."

  Zoe is still sitting at the defense table. She is the center of a flower, surrounded by her mother, her lawyer, and Vanessa. Angela hands her another tissue. "You know how many of Max's lawyers it takes to plaster a wall?" she says, trying to cheer Zoe up. "Depends on how hard you throw them."

  I wish I could have done it some other way, but I didn't know how. Wade would have had something up his sleeve. The truth is, this was never what I had intended. Somewhere along the way, this became about politics, and religion, and law. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about people. About Zoe, and me, and these children we once wanted to have.

  I walk toward my ex-wife. Her entourage parts, so that I find myself standing in front of her. "Zoe," I begin. "I'm sorry--"

  She looks at me. "Thanks for saying that."

  "You didn't let me finish. I'm sorry that you had to go through all this."

  Vanessa moves closer to Zoe.

  "They'll have a good life," Zoe says, but it sounds like a question. "You'll make sure of that?" She is crying, now. Shaking with the effort of holding herself together.

  I'd take her into my arms, but that's someone else's privilege now. "The best," I promise, and I hand her the legal document Wade Preston just gave me. "Which is why I'm giving them to you."

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  Sammy's Song (3:48)

  SAMANTHA

  Even at age six, there are many things Sammy knows for sure:

  That peanut butter makes her dog, Ollie, look like he's talking real words to her.

  That at night her stuffed animals come to life, or how else would they move around her bed while she's sleeping?

  That inside Mommy Zoe's arms is the place in the world where she feels the most safe.

  That when she was riding on Mama Ness's shoulders once she actually touched the sun, and she knows for sure because she got a blister on her thumb.

  That she hates hates hates getting shots at the doctor's office and the smell of gasoline and the taste of sausages.

  That whoever invented glitter was just asking for a mess.

  That she can write her whole name. Even the long version.

  That Annie Yu is her best friend in the whole world.

  That storks don't really bring babies. But to be honest, she doesn't really believe Annie Yu's description of what actually happens, either.

  That bologna sandwiches are better with the crusts off.

  That the best day of the year is the first time it snows every winter.

  That her daddy wrapped branches from two different rosebushes together, and this summer, when the flowers come, they will look different from any other rose ever seen in the world, and he's going to name it after her.

  That when he marries Liddy, she will get to be the flower girl. (Liddy promised her this when they made a fort last weekend under the kitchen table with blankets. Even though, she said, Sammy's father hadn't asked her yet and what on earth was he waiting for.)

  That it is not a good idea to put marshmallow Peeps in the microwave.

  That when Jack LeMar made fun of her when her moms came to the winter concert, and Sammy told him he was so dumb he thought M&M's were really W's, it made her moms laugh really hard.

  That Mama Ness is the tooth fairy. Sammy peeked.

  That one day she wants to be an astronaut. Or maybe a figure skater. Or both.

  That she can hold her breath underwater in the bathtub for a ridiculous amount of time and today at recess she is going to ask Annie Yu if it's possible to be part mermaid.

  That when she fell out of a tree and broke her arm and woke up in the hospital, her moms and her dad were all standing around her bed and they were so happy she was okay they forgot to yell at her for climbing the tree in the first place.

  That most kids have just one mom and just one dad, but that she is not "most people."

  That, really, she is the luckiest girl in the world.