“You’ve got a visitor,” he said.
“That’s… my son’s duck,” she whispered. “He lost it six months ago.” clogged drains ellerslie
Emily leaned in. On the monitor, coiled like a sleeping dragon, was a mass of roots, congealed grease, and—miraculously—a small, intact rubber duck. “You’ve got a visitor,” he said
Pete laughed. “I’ll be there in twenty.” “You’ve got a visitor
Emily called at 7:13 p.m. Pete answered on the second ring.