After Phoebe and Podcast left to meet with Drew Dawson at the theater, Trevor and Callie headed into the kitchen to make themselves some food.
Trevor grabbed a loaf of bread from the shelf and some tuna fish from the cupboard.
Callie, meanwhile, took some cheese, butter and pickles out of the fridge.
"Really gooey on the cheese, bread lightly buttered on both sides, no crust and exactly six pickle slices," she said to her son.
"You remember," spoke Trevor.
"Of course, I'm your mother, Callie laughed, You've always eaten your tuna melts that way, since you were three."
"Really?
When did it start?"
Callie warmed up the frying pan and answered, as she and Trevor began making their sandwiches, "Well, it was shortly after Phoebe was born.
Your father was on one of his many usually long business trips, and it was just the three of us.
It was a long day of taking you to daycare, Phoebe had a doctor's appointment, I had packages and bills to mail, picking up some dry cleaning, getting you up from daycare, dropping off books at the library, I didn't have time to get groceries.
It was later on when Phoebe was sleeping and I was about to make dinner for you and I, when because I couldn't get to the super market, and the fridge was basically empty.
And the items I had were the exact ones I'm using now to cook with, so I whipped up the sandwiches.
Of course, you were quite the picky eater, and wasn't sure if you were even going to eat it.
But to my surprise, you actually loved it.
You even said this was the bestest food in the whole wide world and that you could eat it everyday."
Trevor laughed and said, "I can't believe you remember that."
"As I said, I'm your mother."
"Say, Mom."
"Yes?"
"I wanted to tell you this last night, but we got caught up looking at photos, but I wanted to say thank you."
"What for?"
"Lucky said you helped her a lot last night.
I'm not sure what you told her, but it turned the night around completely."
"I'm glad I was able to help," said Callie.
She then went to flip the sandwiches in the frying pan.
Once they were fully brown on each side, Callie placed the tuna melts on two plates and placed the on the table for herself and Trevor.
"Mom, thank you," spoke Trevor.
"You're welcome Trevor, but it's only a tuna melt," said Callie.
"I mean thank you for not just night but, for everything.
I know I don't say it often enough to you for what you do for Phoebe and I.
So thank you."
Trevor got up from his chair, and gave Callie a hug.
A few moments later though, the teenage boy's mood changed.
"OK Ok, that's enough," spoke Trevor as he broke away.
Callie just laughed at her son's typical teenage behavior as the two sat down and ate.
Meanwhile, Phoebe and Podcast had pulled their bikes on the sidewalk and were about to meet with Drew Dawson to finish up their interview and what they have planned for the theater to honor Nancy Kidman, when they spotted a police car and a SUV.
"What's going on?" Phoebe asked her friend.
"Let's go find out," Podcast replied, as the two raced to the front door of the playhouse.
As they approached the playhouse, Phoebe and Podcast could see Lucky's father, walking out, followed by Drew Dawson, who was being taken out by a man and a woman, who appeared to be in their mid to late 40s'.
"Unhand me this minute!" Drew Dawson snapped at the man and woman.
"Sorry uncle Drew, but this is for your own good," said the man.
"We're taking you home with us for safety.
It's very dangerous and foolish to be living in this dump that looks like is about to fall apart at any minute," said the woman.
The two pre-teens approached their new friend with worried looks on their faces.
"Drew, what's going on here?" asked Podcast.
"My nephew and his wife are here to take me out of my home, and are making me move into some jail," Drew Dawson replied.
"It's not jail uncle Drew.
It's an assistant living condo where you will be taken care of," said Drew's nephew.
"Yes, you'll be well taken care of by a wonderful staff, you'll have a room mate, three meals a day, activities," said Drew's nephew's wife.
"If you ask me, it sounds very much like jail," said Drew.
As she and Podcast approached officer Domingo, Phoebe asked, "Officer Domingo, can't you do something about that?"
"Unfortuntley, I have no control over the situation, and it's up to Mr. Dawson's family not mine," Officer Domingo explained.
"That's not true.
Mr. Dawson lives here," Podcast pointed out.
"Yes, that's right.
When the theater closed down, Mr. Dawson took residence here as a way of keeping the theater from being torn down," Phoebe added.
"According to the Summerville book of laws, a homeowner could not be evicted from their residence in any matter or form."
"If only we could get into the townhall offices and find the book.
But they're closed till Monday."
"And no doubt that Mr. Dawson's nephew and wife want to get out of town no sooner than later."
"Who can we get to open the townhall and get the documents?"
Phoebe and Podcast turned to officer Domingo, who said, "Sorry you two, but I have no athorization to open townhall non-working hours, without permission from the mayor.
And he's out of town."
"That won't be nessassary.
I have the original copy," said Drew Dawson.
"You do?" asked Podcast.
"Yes, I even know where I have it."
"Where is it?" asked Phoebe.
"If you come with me, I'll show you."
"Very well," Drew Dawson's nephew huffed.
"Let's just hope you're truthful and not just saying that to stall us," the nephew's wife snapped.
"Podcast, Phoebe, come with me.
I need two witnesses who could vouch for me," said Drew Dawson.
"Uh, sure," spoke Phoebe.
"You can count on us," added Podcast.
And the two teenagers followed Drew Dawson back to the theater.
Inside the theater, Drew, Phoebe and Podcast were in Nancy's dressing room, looking for what they needed.
After a few moments or so, Drew made his way to the vanity mirror and opened the top drawer.
"Here it is," he said, taking a few sheets of paper out.
"Is that the deed?" asked Phoebe.
"It sure is," Drew Dawson replied.
He showed the paperwork to Phoebe and Podcast.
"This is perfect.
It's just what we need to show everyone," said Podcast.
"This is fantastic Drew.
Now you have proof that you can stay in the theater and you won't be forced to leave by your nephew and his wife," Phoebe added.
The three of them headed outside to tell the waiting and impatient family members the good news.
