The mess that was Michael, was unable to dial Doug’s cell phone number, so Barry did it for him. Michael heard a very frantic Doug yell, “Michael, Michael. It’s horrible.”
“I know honey,” Michael started to say, but he started to cry, and could say no more. Barry took the phone from him.
“Listen, Doug,” Barry said. “Your apartment is virtually around the corner from The World Trade Center. You may not be able to get home. Until we know what’s what, come here. You and Michael can use th