Chapter Three: 11:00 - 12:00
A somewhat disheveled Willy made his way back to the office. He felt his shirt stick to his chest. Some spew marks had splashed against the material when he was sick. He scrunched the material between his fingers and breathed in.
The aroma of spew wafted up his nostrils and crawled into his frontal lobe.
The momentary pause to inhale the stain on his shirt was halted. A woman pushing a buggy flew up the southern perimeter walkway, headed for the main concourse and the shops.
It wasn’t her fine figure that caught his attention. Nor was it her outrageously stupid white hat that tilted left and right as she sauntered in the opposite direction. It was the buggy itself. It seemed to have a tiny arm hanging from the side of it.
Willy squinted and tilted his head
