Chapter 3
We were home a short while later. Dad and Chompers were exactly where we’d left them. Dad, who resembled Colonel Sanders more and more with each passing year, had retired many months earlier with a healthy pension. He seemed to enjoy doing nothing. Same for Chompers. More power to the both of them, I figured.
“You find Carl?” he asked, surprisingly curious.
I shook my head, dejectedly. “People seem to know more than they’re letting on, but no, not even a crumb to lead us to him.”
He pet the dog, whose rear leg promptly went into overdrive. “I thought as much.”
“Huh?” Ma said. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we all of a sudden stopped seeing Carl, too. Small town, so if he was still here, we would’ve seen him by now. Also, we never saw him move, never h
