I didn’t feel like going in to work next day. I called my boss and told him I was sick. I thought maybe if I waited around the house, Larry would come back. I didn’t know what to do, so I called my mum, but she was working.
I didn’t know where Larry could’ve been. I thought maybe he’d had an accident or something and was in hospital or dead, and that was why he never came home. I didn’t know how you found out about stuff like that. I thought maybe I should ring the hospital or the police or something, but Larry and me, we’re not family or nothing. I thought they probably wouldn’t tell me.
I thought maybe I should ring Larry’s family, because if something bad had happened to him, the police would have told them. So I looked up the number and called them, but it just went to Larry’s mum’s
