Poor Old Man Steps Out of Home One Morning & Sees Luxury Car Instead of Old One He Owns
Poor Old Man Steps Out of Home One Morning & Sees Luxury Car Instead of Old One He Owns I was standing on the porch that morning, staring at a sleek sports car parked in the same place where I'd parked my old, rusty car last night. My hands trembled as I held the envelope I'd found with the keys inside. "Cynthia!" I called, barely able to keep my voice steady. "Cynthia, come out here quickly!" She came out, wiping her hands on a towel. "Gregory, what is it?" she yelled. "I burnt the pancakes because of you! You know we're down to the last bit of mix. What's this fuss about?" "Look!" I said, pointing toward the car. "Someone replaced our old car with that and left these keys in an envelope. But there's no note. Just the keys! Who would do this?" Before Cynthia could respond, we heard the honk of a car. I turned, and my old car pulled up in front of the house. My ...