Brett, near tears and feeling helpless, didn't want to make the decision, but the small giant above him seemed to be waiting for an answer.
"Look, let's just go to my house," said the tiny teen at last. "We're already in my yard, and I-- well, I feel like seeing my father. I know he can help."
"OK, great," said Matt, who was secretly thrilled with the choice. He didn't want to take the risk of running into his own father. And this way, he'd get to see hunky Mr. DeSoto from close up. "Let's go."