“I know it must be somewhere,” he said to himself as he patted round his shirt pockets.
His breathing began to become tenser as he kept patting round himself & kept not finding his li’l green pocketbook.
Already he was forgetting, & if he forgot… ¡He had to find that book!
But he had to be careful… 1 scrape…
¡He was scraped!
1 scrape, & he loses points. But if he has no points, he has none to lose. So ‘stead, he loses… everything.
No sobs, no mumbling, “¿Why did this have to happen? could save him.