A week went by and still I haven't talked to Maureen. I went by Maureen's place that day. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I let myself inside. I looked all over the house for her, but she was no where to be seen. The phone rang.
Slowly I walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" I said slowly. "Mark?" I heard a questioning voice on the other line. "Joanne?"
"Mark, could you just give me to Maureen?" Joanne asked. "She's isn't here. I haven't seen her or talked to her in a week." I said. "Me neither. Alright, just wait there I'll be right over."
My mind began to race. I had so many questions. Where was Maureen? Why hadn't either of us heard from her in a week? Is she okay?
"Mark?" I heard the door creak open. I didn't even turn to see who it was. I was lost in thought.
"Mark?" Joanne said again. "Where is she?" She asked. She wasn't intimidating, just scared. "I don't know."
We called Mimi, Roger, and Collins. No one had seen her. We called the life. She hadn't been in there. They seemed pretty happy about that. We even called Benny. No one had seen her. We began to look.
We all wondered the same things: Where was Maureen? Why hadn't any of us heard from her in a week? Is she okay? Where was Maureen? Why hadn't any of us heard from her in a week? Is she okay? Where was Maureen? Why hadn't any of us heard from her in a week? Is she okay?
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