He sighed, sitting in his room. Wondering.

His parents, Marvin and Trina, had been arguing over the bar mitzvah. He might as well ask Whizzer for help, but he knew Marvin would not be happy.

But he had to decide: who was coming to his baseball game? Who would come to his bar mitzvah? He needed to think of those two questions now.

He got the telephone, dialling Whizzer's number.