i need to evacuate, but that all of a sudden seems like a lot of trouble.
the door opens and someone tiptoes in. i try to keep the noise down to a sniffle.
he rubs a sheet of toilet paper back and forth across the toe of his black boot until the paper breaks up and balls away. he stands and shuffles out the stall.
three) i know what i have to do.
“you told me.” he springs back to his desk.
“that puppy was stolen?” pedro whispers. 