Chapter 15
Two days after Christmas, we couldn’t find Tinky Winky. That precipitated a crisis of major proportions, second only to the threat of global thermonuclear war. In less than forty-eight hours, Chloe’s new toys had lost their attraction and she began crying for “Dink,” her purple Teletubby friend. The last time I’d seen the little guy, Chloe and I had been at LouElla’s.
I apologized for leaving Tinky Winky behind and volunteered to fetch him the following morning. I had already mapped out my day. I was calling the Salvation Army in every major city, beginning on the East Coast, and after that Ed contact homeless shelters and food wagons, trying to find my father.
By the way Emily goggled at me I could tell she thought all that telephoning would turn out to be a waste of time, t
