it,” was the only thing i could think of.
“she took it?” replied the dark haired woman with the dog.
“err, yes. she took it.” how could i explain it more clearly?
“from the patio?” asked the dark haired woman with the dog.
“why was my underwear in your hands in front of the woman with the bathrobe?” asked the dark haired woman with the dog. her surprise seemed to be turning into anger. who could blame her? it was a complicated situation.
now we were talking. that had not been so difficult, had it? i was happy that i had finally managed to explain what had happened.
“but she is weird!” the dark haired woman 