I showed Angela the text and she read it once and handed my phone back.
"Call the lawyer," she said. "Now."
"Angela it's noon."
"I know what time it is." She was already walking to the kitchen. "Sit down. I'll make the call."
I sat.
Eli looked up from the floor where he had been building something complicated with Angela's coasters. "Mama is something wrong?"
"No baby," I said. "Everything is fine."
He looked at me for a second the way children did when they were deciding whether to believe you. Then he went back to his coasters.
Angela came back ten minutes later.
"Three o'clock," she said. "Her name is Sandra. She's good."
"How good?"
"Good enough that I had to call in a favor to get us in today." She sat across from me. "She handles family law. Custody, divorce, all of it."
