CHAPTER 9
After a bit of trekking through the busy streets, Little Joe decided to go home after having absolutely no luck in finding Sal.
The phone rang about eight thirty that evening and Little Joe jumped off the couch and cracked his knee into the coffee table. The pain burst through his leg like a firecracker. “Hello, hello…Sal?” he spewed forth with the little breath he had left.
“Little Joe, hi, this is Daisy.”
He hung the phone down to his side as he grimaced in pain. He didn’t need her to hear his whimpers.
“Daisy, hi. I thought you were Sal, I’m expecting his call”. “Oh, do you want me to call you back later then?” He thought for a moment. “No, no that’s fine, that’s fine.”
“I just wanted to see if you were OK.” Her voice sounded as sweet as ever. “I did want to tel
