When I got home that night, I called Trixie.
“Wait, you’re calling me. Did we lose gravity or something?” I heard Timothy crying in the background.
“Funny lady. What did you do to my nephew?”
“He dropped his spoon on the floor. Sid can handle it. What’s wrong, Barry?”
“How do you know something’s wrong? I could be calling to say hello and be a pest, just like you do to me constantly.”
“That’s impossible for you to do, and you know it. I inherited all the pest genes in this family. Talk to me, sweetie.” She knew me too well.
“Well, there’s this guy—” I had to move the phone away from my ear when Trixie started yelling.
“Sid! Barry has a boyfriend! Come quick!” I heard movement in the background, and when she spoke again, it was on speakerphone.
“Tell us everything. Is he nice? Where
