New Beginning 743

I reached the phone a microsecond before the machine picked up. As if on cue, my toddler whined to be picked up, and my older son ceased scratching at his viola in the other room and ran for the Xbox.

I read the Caller ID. "Tracy. What's up?"

"Oh my God, Cathy, the Supermoms have to do something. A guy knocked on my door selling magazines, and I swear I didn't want any more magazines--"

"You bought some anyway," I guessed.

"Hunting and Fishing," she said.

"Why not Cosmo?"

"And Golf Digest," she gul...