Chapter Twenty-SixO
n my way to my parents’ house, I prepared a full account of my visit with Jessica to present to them. I had a few questions for Mom and Dad too. I arrived before they did; I sat on the front stoop’s bottom step, and Yogi sprawled across the grass. We waited. And waited some more.
My phone rang a few minutes after we’d grown restless and went into the backyard for a game of Fetch with a tennis ball Ranger had left on the deck. Mom’s number showed on my cell’s screen.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“At your house.”
“We’re at your house! Get over here.”
“I’ll have to take a nap before the barbecue,” I mumbled, with a tinge of exasperation on the trudge to the car.
Ranger shot out from under the picnic table and dashed over to say hello when he saw Yogi and me enter my
