Asking for Help
“I need your help,” the text message read. I had no clue who it was that was texting me. “Who is this?” I responded. “Toni,” came the one word reply. I searched the recesses of my mind and couldn’t come up with anyone by the name of Toni that I knew. “I’m sorry,” I replied, “but I don’t know a Toni.” “You know my mother,” came the reply. “Who is your mother?” I asked. “Wendolin,” came the one word reply. Wendolin was the sister of one of my neighbors. I vaguely remembered meeting her a couple...
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