Jack Halyard
Hermano Pequeño
...it was his destiny to decipher the strange writings in this mysterious volume.
The neighbor lady couldn't help but overhear Ian's conversation with the police. "Ian. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've gotten incredibly thin!"
"Oh, I know. I haven't had a bite in weeks," he said, "I never learned how to cook and I hate to eat out alone."
"Oh, you poor thing. Let me fix you something to eat," she said, "and did I hear you say that your lovely Trudy has disappeared?"
"Why, thank you, and yes, I haven't a clue as to her whereabouts," he replied.
"Oh, you poor dear, you poor, poor dear. Well, you come with me," she said as she took his arm and led him across the yard.
Ian had the best meal he had tasted in a long time and said to his neighbor...
The neighbor lady couldn't help but overhear Ian's conversation with the police. "Ian. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've gotten incredibly thin!"
"Oh, I know. I haven't had a bite in weeks," he said, "I never learned how to cook and I hate to eat out alone."
"Oh, you poor thing. Let me fix you something to eat," she said, "and did I hear you say that your lovely Trudy has disappeared?"
"Why, thank you, and yes, I haven't a clue as to her whereabouts," he replied.
"Oh, you poor dear, you poor, poor dear. Well, you come with me," she said as she took his arm and led him across the yard.
Ian had the best meal he had tasted in a long time and said to his neighbor...