It had all started less than an hour ago, around eleven o'clock at night. That was when Grogan had been put in charge of the Nuclear Family kids.
Cary, Baron, Paisley, and Celeste had been asleep in their room when E.Q. had eased open the door. "Hey," he'd said. "Hey, wake up."
One by one, the kids had stirred. Cary had rolled over on his sleeping bag on the floor and squinted up at the dark figure framed in the light from the hallway.
E.Q.'s voice had been tense. He hadn't been wearing his glasses, and his curly brown hair had been ruffled. "I have to take your mother to the hospital. There's been an accident."
"What kind of accident?" Celeste had said.
"I don't know what time we'll be home." E.Q. had looked down the hall, then back in the bedroom. "Grogan's in charge till t
