How was your day?

I leaned limply against the wall not knowing what to do. Gimpy had worked for Mr. Donner for over fifteen years. Donner - who always treated his workers like close friends, like relatives - had invited Gimpy's family to his house for dinner more than once. He often put Gimpy in charge of the shop when he had to go out, and I had heard stories of the times Donner gave Gimpy money to pay his wife's hospital bills.

It was incredibly that anyone would steal from such a man. There had to be some other explanation... Anything rather than believe that Gimpy was stealing. Gimpy had always been so nice to me.