“We have your son,” said the kidnapper.
“I don’t have a son,” says the woman.
“Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crust off his sandwiches?”
“Oh God, you have my husband.”
“We have your son,” said the kidnapper.
“I don’t have a son,” says the woman.
“Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crust off his sandwiches?”
“Oh God, you have my husband.”