Rose was supposed to go with me to Kansas to a meeting. When I got there, I couldn’t find her. I looked all through my luggage. No Rose.
I asked some people at the meeting, “Have you seen Rose?”
“Rose who?” they asked, as they clutched their Pink Baby Alligator books.
I wanted to take a picture of Rose. With me. In Kansas. No Rose anywhere. Definitely not in Kansas.
On my flight home, I got a text.
“Found Rose. She couldn’t find pink flamingos to hide with so she hid in the pink flowers.”
There she is!