I’m surprised to see Michael Brady’s name come up on my cell phone this early on a Saturday. Before I answer, I rack my brains to see whether I’ve forgotten about a family function or a babysitting responsibility. Coming up empty, I hesitantly answer. ”Hello?”

”Celeste, I need your help.” He sounds a bit panicked. ”I’m baby-sitting Arlan this weekend and he, well the kid ate most of a box of crayons while I was pouring him ...