She turned off the DVD and took the remote away from him. That was the wrong choice. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he howled. “Coal, I asked you to lower the volume.” “I did.” “No, you raised the volume.” “Because I can’t hear. Because you’re talking too loud.” “I’m talking to your father on the phone.” “I want to talk to him.” “Not until I’m finished.” “I WANT TO TALK TO HIM NOW!” Dallas didn’t understand those mothers who think the sun rises and sets on their children. Sure, there were days she was convinced Coal was the cutest, kindest, wisest soul on the planet, but there were other days she thought she had given birth to a demon child. “I want SpongeBob!” “No more videos, Coal.