We both had doctor’s appointments in Mt. Airy Friday. Amy first, then me. She wasn’t in the waiting room when I emerged from the doctor’s office.
She also wasn’t in the parking lot. Neither was our SUV.
So I called her cell phone. Voice mail. As usual, it was turned off.
I remembered she wanted to check out a Japanese restaurant near the doc’s office so I walked the two blocks there. Found the restaurant. No Amy. No SUV.
Then I remembered one of my cell phones was charging in the car. It was on so I called it.
“Where are you?” Actually, there was an expletive or two in the question.