I stared at the boy, wide-eyed, a forkful of pancakes held hallway between my plate and mouth. "You don't say."

"Noah is very interested in the weather," Olivia  explained. "He has a weather-band radio up in his room."

"Can I watch the tow truck when it comes Mom? Noah asked, suddenly sounding his age again. "Please ?" he wheedled.

"We'll see,"  Oliviareplied.

"I bet they'Il send a flatbed," Noah said with anticipation.

"They'd better send a tugboat," I replied glumly as I  glanced out the window. I dabbed at my mouth with a napkin. "Great pancakes, by the way," I added to Olivia.

"Thanks," she replied. 

"I bet Will can...