Never Satisfied

Peggy Schuyler- In the Place to Be

I searched Target.
There was a woman pushing a baby carriage next to me. I was getting desperate.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm looking for a boy. He's fourteen, he has freckles, he's missing. Dark brown hair."
"In a ponytail?" She asked.
"Yeah. I think."
"I think I saw him in the soap isle."
I ran to the soap isle. He was looking at soap.
"John!"
"Peggy?" He asked, surprised.
"Yeah! You're missing! Only you're here! Why?" He looked at me. He was surprised.
"I need soap." His spoke with such diction, such clarity, that it was like he was a professional actor instead of a freshman in high school studying theatre.
"What scent?"
"Why is everyone asking that?" He complained.
"Sorry."
We walked over to the Starbucks in the front of the store and sat.
"Want anything?" He asked me.
"A chocolate chip cookie, please. I'll get it."
"Can you please get me a cookie, too?"
"Yeah!"
I went to the counter and ordered two cookies. I brought the cookies to our table.
He smiled. I smiled back.
He was found.