Lost Child
Last night I picked Claire up in the city from her stay with Aunt Marlene. Claire had a great time, but David dropped her off at 8:45 necessitating a rush to catch the 8:49. As we walked down Main Street to get to my car Claire said she was hungry, so we stopped at Carlos Pizza for dinner.
While there Claire noticed the Missing or Exploited Children poster and asked how long the girl had been missing. I checked the date and it was 1998 — 10 years.
“Wow,” Claire said, “she must be really lonely by now.”