“Mister?” Tammy tugged on his shirt sleeve. “You okay?”
He stared at the skinny opossum in the box as an idea formed, and looked at Tammy. “Do you want to help me save this little guy?”
“Yeah!” Tammy smiled.
Phil nodded, smiling, too. “We’ll bring photos to my Mother, let her know that the opossum will survive.”
Tammy nodded. “That’ll make her happy.”
“Yes it will, Tammy,” Phil said, “more than you or I will ever know.”