It Isn't Here!

We retraced our steps all the way back to Main Street, the last place that she used the card, but we didn't find it. We even went inside the shop where she used it, asking if the card was perhaps found and turned in. It wasn't. During all this time, Kathy was getting more and more upset, convinced that someone had picked her pocket. I couldn't understand how that might have happened. We're always so careful and, being from New York City, I think that we're more aware of our surroundings than most other people. Still, it can happen to anyone, I suppose. That's not a happy thought.Read more