Elena scanned the front yard. Tank and Betty, leashed to the fence, Ted the Fish in his bowl, and the folder of important paperwork. No cat. No Frito Pie.
Frito Pie always came when Elena called. Always. But not today. No…
Elena scanned the front yard. Tank and Betty, leashed to the fence, Ted the Fish in his bowl, and the folder of important paperwork. No cat. No Frito Pie.
Frito Pie always came when Elena called. Always. But not today. No…