Chapter 13Theo retreated to the kitchen to put together some soup and sandwiches for a late lunch while I dressed again and called Cambridge. The phone rang for so long that I was getting concerned, and then a young, female voice picked up. “Hello? Um…Matheson residence.”
“Hi, munchkin.”
“It’s Wills!” she screeched in my ear, and I winced. “Mom! Mommy! Hurry! Wills is on the phone! Guess what, Wills! Princess Kimba had her kittens on my birthday!” Princess Kimba was one of a breeding pair of American Bobtail cats my stepmother raised as a sideline.
“That’s great, Marti. Do you have families picked out for them yet?”
“She only had three this time! Mom says we can keep them! And guess what!!”
“Marti, you can hang up now, Mom has it.”
“But I was going to tell Wills—”
“Hang up now, Mart
