“Good, Pam was worried.”
Jake hid his surprise. “Pam?”
“Yes, she called here. She said she called your cell, but you didn’t answer and she needed to talk to you.”
“Oh damn.” Jake remembered the phone calls that had come in when he was with Ryan. He had forgotten about them, completely preoccupied on the way back to the office. He reached into his breast pocket, slid out his phone, and saw the screen banner that showed two missed calls from Pam.
Amy blinked under her dark curls. “She said call her back as soon as you get a chance.”
Jake was in real trouble, because he’d have to explain what was going on with Ryan. “I’ll call her right back. Will you hold my calls for the afternoon? I really need to focus.”
“But you and Ramon have an appointment at 3:30 with the Marchman Group, remember?”
“Oh, right.” Jake had forgotten that, too. The Marchman Group was one of his corporate clients, and he needed to see them, but this was no time to meet with anybody. “Do me a favor and cancel it. Apologize profusely. I have a ton of work and I didn’t get enough done this weekend.”
“Gotcha.” Amy picked up the phone, and Jake hurried into his office and closed the door behind him. He hustled to his desk, woke up his computer, and logged onto his bank program, then he called Pam, multitasking.
“Honey?” Pam said when the call connected. “What’s going on? You went to school? Is Ryan okay?”
“Yes. Sorry I missed your call.” Jake watched their accounts pop onto the computer screen.
“So what’s going on?”
“He was queasy again after lunch and he thought he might want to come home.” Jake knew that Pam’s real question was why Ryan had called him, not her. It was unprecedented in their family history, so Jake knew he had to address it up front. “He didn’t want to bother you, so he called me.”
“He could have called me. It’s no bother, he knows that.”
Jake had to think of something to help the story. “He heard us talking in your office last night, about your nomination and all the work you have to do, the questionnaires and everything. He tried to cut you a break.”
Pam moaned. “I want him to feel like he can still call me, though. He’s my priority, no matter what. I mean, how much longer do I even have with him? I’ll call him after school and tell him—”
“Don’t honey. This is the way we want it to be, right?” Jake fell back on his default, best-defense is a good offense. “Ryan is learning that he can lean on me sometimes, too. Like we said in therapy, you want him to know he can turn to me. Don’t call him and make him feel like it’s strange. You’re relegating me to the junior varsity.”
“Sorry, I know, you’re right.” Pam sounded convinced, if miserable. “So what did you two decide? Is he at home or at school?”
“We decided together that he was feeling well enough to finish school and go to practice.”
“So did he miss class?”
“No, we met during lunch, we talked, and he went to Western Civ on time.”
“Well, aren’t you guys so smart?” Pam still sounded unhappy. “He has a test today, and it’s a bitch to make them up. He’ll never have the time, and the makeup tests are always harder. Well done.”
“Thanks,” Jake said, as if he could take pleasure in any decision he’d made recently.
“I tried to call him but he doesn’t answer his phone. I know it’s probably in his locker, but I wanted to leave him a message telling him that I was thinking of him. But he hasn’t called me back yet.”
“I’m sure he will when he can.” Jake flashed on Ryan breaking his phone on the dashboard. “In the meantime, we handled it together, just fine. Now. What did you call me about?”
“Bad news. My questionnaire has to be finished by Wednesday now, because we have to get an accountant to look it over before I turn it in. I already have a call in to Ellen.”
“Why can’t I do it?” Jake had to buy time and the last thing he needed was their accountant Ellen poking around. “I’m an accountant, we don’t need another one.”
“Michael thinks we need to have an independent accountant review everything. He thinks it would help if Ellen wrote us a letter, too.”
“A letter saying what?”
“That our finances are in order, like an official stamp of approval.”
