"What do I tell my folks?" asked Davey.
"Tell them as much or as little as you want," said Larry. "Whatever you say, they're going to find it hard to believe."
Davey nodded. He noticed a phone hanging from the wall in the kitchenette. "Can I use that?" he asked.
"It's your phone."
Davey spoke with his mother for a few minutes, telling her only that he'd found a new place to stay in a nicer part of town.
Larry went to answer the door. Davey had just hung up when he heard Little Ruby's musical contralto, "Baby, Mommy's home!"