"Come here little puppy!" Joey called to Sammie.

The little chihuaha crawled onto the little man's lap.

"Here's a good boy."

A key turned in the door. Josh and Morgan were home.

"Joey! Joey! When we were walking home from kindergarten this guy stopped us and he was looking for you," the five year old said, petting Sammie.

Now who could that be? Did he owe any body money? No, he paid all his debts with the money he got from his job at Mathews' Hardware.

Joey looked at Morgan. "Is that true?"

"Yeah, he said his name was... Jake... Jim... Jaime, that's it, Jamie."

He didn't know a Jake, Jim or Jamie.

"What'd he look like?"

"Brown hair, brown eyes, leather jacket..."

Harley.

"...here's his number." Morgan handed him a post-it and brought Josh into the kitchen for a snack.

No, not now. Not when things were going so good. I want to but I won't. Not ever again, Joey thought.

The short man tore up the note.