I really had no idea what Yogi was talking about. “I understand, Yogi,” Bones said. He did? Bones continued, “Like, maybe Quiet Cal was going to be one of the engineers who developed the iPhone and now that he’s seen Stevie’s phone, that might mess everything up.”

“What are you talking about, ya fluffoon?” I said. “That makes no sense.” 

“Bones is right,” Yogi interjected. “If that boy was supposed to be the guy who helped design the first Fly Phone—”

Bones burst out laughing. “Yogi, it’s an iPhone. The ‘i’ stands for Internet.” 

Yogi laughed even louder than Bones. “Well, OK, I’m not even going to ask what Internet is, but Bones is right and I’m not sure how, but strange things could happen.” 

G barked. Apparently, she was following along just fine; she was smarter than I was. 

Yogi smiled at G, then turned to Bones and me, his face stern, his arms folded across his chest. “We need to get you back, boys. Mostly because that’s where you belong. But unfortunately, I think it’s going to take a miracle.” 

Bones smiled. He had no problem with that. He believed miracles happened every day. 

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