The wall phone next to the bathroom door gave two short buzzes.

I got up and picked up the receiver before a third ring could wake him.

“Mom,” Clay said.

His voice was thin now, with all the earlier anger gone out of it.

“I just talked to Jaclyn.”

“And what did she tell you?” I asked.

“She said Benji likes playing in the doghouse,” Clay said, though he no longer sounded sure.

“She said he ran out there on his own and locked the latch from inside.”