Sanya sat in a recliner, his expression puzzled, blinking at the phone. “Again,” he said. Molly sat cross-legged on the couch near him with a phone book in her lap and my shopping list she’d picked up in the tree house laid flat over one half of it. Her expression was serious, but her eyes were sparkling as she drew a red line through another entry in the phone book. “How strange,” she said, and read off another number. Sanya started dialing. “Hello?” he said a moment later. “Hello, sir. Could you please tell me if you have Prince Albert in a can—” He blinked again, mystified, and reported to
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