My hands shook as I tried calling back. Nothing. Straight to voicemail.

“Dave!” I shouted. “Something’s wrong with Timmy!”

I dialed Betsy’s number. She answered on the third ring.

“Oh, Alicia! How lovely to hear from you.”

“Betsy, Timmy just called me. He sounded upset. What’s going on?”

A pause. “Oh, that. He’s just having a little adjustment trouble. You know how sensitive children can be.”

“He was crying, Betsy. My son doesn’t cry for nothing. I want to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid he’s busy playing with the other children right now. The pool party is in full swing.”

“Then get him.”