Coolidge. There, there.” Mr. Coolidge must have said this a hundred times already, but it hasn’t done much good. His wife looks even more upset now that her husband’s home. Catman and I look on, helpless, as his mom and dad cry in each other’s arms. Mr. Coolidge probably drove a hundred miles an hour to get home so fast from Smart Bart’s Used Cars all the way across town. “Maybe we could try to call them again?” I suggest. So far the line’s been busy. Mrs. Coolidge grabs her husband’s cell phone. She punches in numbers. From where I’m standing, I can hear the robotic voice telling her this call cannot be completed as dialed. “It’s broken!” she exclaims. “Maybe the fire burned the phone lines.” “Let me, my dear.” Mr. Coolidge loosens his tie, a Bugs Bunny tie, and takes the phone. He punches a number and listens. “Busy,” he says. He turns to Catman. “What else did they say on the news about Starlight Animal Rescue, Calvin?” I don’t think anybody calls him Calvin Coolidge except his family.
