But Dad was away. Mom was at some meetings in New York. And Delia’s mom was insisting she stay home for some “family time.” So it was just me and Taffy, our black cat, who ignores me and waits under the couch for Mom to return. Cats are boring. And they won’t keep you company, even if you beg them. Maria’s sister was sick, so Maria wasn’t there to make dinner. Luckily, Mom keeps these frozen burritos in the freezer that aren’t bad. I mixed a small salad and nuked a chicken burrito and ate at the kitchen counter with the TV on, a rerun of Friends. My phone rang when I was finishing the last forkful of burrito. I wiped some cheese off my chin and stared at the screen. I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?” “Claire, it’s Dad. I’m in a little trouble here.” My breath caught in my throat. He didn’t sound right. His voice was muffled. “Trouble?” “Well, yes. I’m at the studio. My car had to be towed. Can you come pick me up?” “Well … sure,” I said.
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