Jamie flinched as the phone book hit the wall, not used to seeing Lena so angry and upset. He was upset too, but as he usually did, he squashed it all down and tried not to let it show on his face. He'd been doing it for years.
(Maddy had once said that wasn't totally healthy. Jamie had pointed out that every time she was stressed, they got a box of cookies, and she'd conceded the point.)
He walked over to Lena, gently pulling her into a hug. And then a thought occurred him. "Why don't we call that Saint, the one Dad sent to find me?" he asked. "Anthony, I think. The one that finds lost things."