Brynna insisted Sam should call Mr. Martinez and tell him about Tinkerbell’s escape before she called Ryan. After her last bite, Sam stood. Still holding her empty plate, she took the dishwashing soap from its shelf. “You’re stalling,” Brynna said. “I’ll wash your plate while you call.” “I don’t know his number.” “We have a phone book,” Brynna told her. “It might be too late,” Sam said. “It’s perfectly appropriate to call an adult at eight o’clock on a Saturday night.” “But I’m kind of scared to call Mr. Martinez,” Sam protested. “I mean, Dad’s the one who made the arrangements in the first place.” “Sam,” Brynna said in a cautioning tone. “Remember what your Dad said about making things happen instead of just wishing they would?” “I heard him,” Sam said. She flipped through the phone book instead of meeting Brynna’s eyes. Even after she found Mr. Martinez’s number, she kept looking down. “Well, he’s right.” “I know.”
