crazy. With Sylvia, the house became messy, even though she perfectly well knew that Mommy hated the house to be disorganized. Until one day, she drew Mommy over the top. Mommy left..... forever. I remember, at that day, wandering around the house, whispering to the walls,“ Where’ s mommy? Where’ s mommy?” Luckily, I had some friends, and they pulled a few strings to get me somewhere.“..... and here I am!“ I finished. For a minute, the sheriff said nothing. Then she said breathlessly,“ That’ s so sad.” She picked up my coat and turned her eyes upon me.” You can come over to my place for the night.”
I beamed.” Thanks, Sheriff!”“ Annabelle. And don’ t be so glad that you get to come over. I was kinda hoping you would have a place.” Her eyes twinkled.” Most you’ d get was a blanket to kip under.”
I laughed. Smiling, I followed her out the door. Midwest, here I come. I had a definite chance of a new home.