What time was it? A quick glance at the clock told her it was almost nine. Joey! She flew through the door, surprised to find it closed. Joey wasn't in his crib. Oh God, oh God, she'd be one of those mothers you saw on the news who slept while their babies drowned in the toilet or smothered in a laundry bin. She flew down the stairs. "Joey!" "In here." She was already in the kitchen before she remembered Travis. The man was lying on his back, wedged under her sink. Joey, next to him on hands and knees, peered up at whatever Travis was doing. "Pass me the wrench, buddy." Travis pointed to the tool on the floor. Joey picked it up with two hands, saw his mother, and grinned. "Piyo!" he laughed and slammed the heavy wrench onto Travis' crotch. "Arghh!" Travis's knees came up as he groaned. "Damn it, son, that's not a pillow." Lindy couldn't help herself.
