Maybe the phone number was on his father’s desk in the den.

What about his things?

How was he going to move them to his aunt’s?

He didn’t have a car or a license.

He didn’t have any money to hire movers.

He wondered if they’d let him use the money from his parent’s savings account.

Baby John John started crying and Theodore bent over the playpen with a sigh.

He put a pair of fingers down the front of Baby John John’s diaper the way Mrs Feilds had taught him and checked to see if was wet.

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