“Logan?” I called as I rounded the corner. I noticed motion off to my left. What the hell? I thought. I went over to the left where our bathroom was. Off to my right is the master suite, and office. In front of me there was an entrance to the kitchen, and dining room. I walked down the hall, scared shitless. For who knows what reason. I grabbed a broom from the hall closet, just in case. In case? What ‘in case’? I thought. Oh well. I took it anyway, better safe than sorry. I inched my way along the wall, feeling like I should be holding a gun while the ‘mission impossible’ theme song played. I got to the bathroom doorway and held my breath. I could hear sounds like water splashing. What the hell? I thought again. I peered in and laughed out loud. Our dog Moxy was lapping water out of the toilet. When she heard me laugh she turned around and barked at me, like I was invading her privacy. I turned and left. That was odd. So where was Logan? I turned to my right and went to search the kitchen. As I walked in I looked around. Ah, he was on the balcony. Why? I went out to talk to him.

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