"I lost Darby!" His wife was running, screaming as he pulled his Audi into the drive? He heard as he opened his door.
"What??" He yelled "Where?" demanding as he ran fast, she pointed down hill to the corner on Hollywood Ave. 2 blocks to Interstate 35 Highway. She cried, winded, paralyzed by fear.
“What the Fuck?” he yelled as he ran off, hearing her say he had gone right toward Robinson Street and the highway. “How could she come back to the house, uphill almost as far as it was to the interstate, and leave him behind?” His mind was reeling as he called out, “Darby? Darby? Darby… as if hunting for a dog, but with the highway noise from 30,000 ca…
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