Patrol was a complete disaster. When we left the apartment. Annabelle was ahead of me. I said to her, wait for Daddy, before I turned to toss the garbage down the chute. I stepped out of the trash closet, and she was gone! I walked down the hall and she was nowhere in sight. Did she go up the stairs or down?
And this began 15-30 minutes of terror/ I called her, and I could hear her answer from somewhere, but I couldn't place whjere the sound came from. I walked up to five, calling for her. I rodfe the elevator to each floor, calling for her. Occasionally she would answer. Since she has no sense of direction, I though I might find her trying to get intro 5C, 4C, or 2C.
A nice lady from 5B walked down the stairs and called out from each floor, not here. One of the nice lesbian coup[le of five who owns the cute little dog Nola, helped me look. When I called her I heard nothing/ I started to panic. Then this rude young man who lives on four or five and is never friendly came dancing down the steps and out to the street, and I started worrying that he had done something like throw her down the garbage chute, so I ran to the chute and called her name down it. Nothing.
