With temperatures so low I couldn't leaven NB in the car, I found a spot in front of Anderson's building and tugged on his leash, bringing both the dog and box of Anessa's best breakfast muffins. They were basically cupcakes without the frosting, but people liked to think they were healthy, so she'd banned me from calling them breakfast cupcakes in public.
I'd never stopped and asked if they allowed pets in this apartment complex, but since no one dove out of the bushes to tackle us as we walked into the building, I decided it was probably fine.
Rather than hit up Anderson's place, I stopped across the hall and knocked on door 202. Nothing happened.
I knocked again. Where could she be? She had almost an hour and a half until classes started. Was Anderson's neighbor that big of an eage
