Oh dear. It looks like Roscoe has wandered off somewhere. I found the previous entry on his typewriter, and apparently he was true to his word and has left for who knows where. This can only be trouble, particularly since I don't own a car to go look for him in at the moment. That means I'll have to start calling around to some police stations in Connecticut asking if they've picked up a disoriented hundred-year old man at the bus station lately.
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| Dogs might be overkill for this |
