* * * *
The next morning, the first thing Alex did upon
waking was fumble for the phone and dial Saundra’s number, before
he even rolled out of bed. “I can’t come in today,” he said simply.
“I’ve got something to do.”
For a moment he listened to Saundra breathe into the phone. He
could hear the anger in her silence, but Alex didn’t care. Just as
he was about to hang up, Saundra replied, “Fine.” Then a dial tone
filled his ear and Alex pushed the Phonebutton, clicking
the cordless off.
He waited until after his shower to call the shelter. “It’s me,”
he said as he zipped up his jeans. “Alex.”
“Hello there,” Father Nate replied warmly. “Jamie’s eating
breakfast, if you want me to get him for you—”
“No,” Alex said, a little too quickly. “I need to talk to
you, actually. About Jamie. Are you busy right now?”
Father Nate sighed, and Alex didn’t like that sound, not one
bit. “Sure,” he said. “Let me get to my office—”