“Which one you like?” she asked, shaking a stuffed toy in one hand, squeezing a squeaky ball in the other.
She turned to face her guest. Not there.
“Archie, where did you go?” she screeched, looking about her.
A salesperson offered to help search.
Down one particular aisle, they heard grunting beneath a bottom shelf displaying blankets. Cindy reached in.
“If you want to visit again, you’ll have to stay in the shopping cart,” she scolded, in a pet store allowing humans to bring in their cats.