The Camping Trip by Sandy Menarek

It was ten o’clock in the morning and Thelma wasn’t there yet.  They had coffee every day at this time.  She looked for her out the window every couple of minutes.  Thelma still didn’t come, so she called.

“Where are you?  It’s almost ten thirty.”

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