cautious to enter because he had not been invited in. Grabbing onto
the handle of the front door, Velma pulled herself to her feet. She
looked at the boy again, trying to figure out if she knew the boy. He
was standing a bit taller then her, but he looked smaller by his
slightly hunched stance. He was wearing a battered pair of glasses,
taped on one side where the earpiece wire met the lenses. His black
hair was mussed and capped off with a brimmed brown cap. What hair
had stuck out from the cap looked messy, as if he had ran most of the
way (where ever he had come from) with the Great Dane. He was
shifting his weight slightly, in a worried or anxious manner.
Occasionally taking glances from the floor or her, to look at where
the Great Dane had gone."E...Excuse me...
But do you mind if I come in?"He stammered, obviously
trying to be polite in the presence of Velma. She shook her head to
shut off her detective analysis of the youth and motioned for him to
come in."Oh, sorry. Come
in."She said politely. He
bobbed his head and grabbed a suitcase by his side and stepped into
the door. He then stuttered,"I... I hope you
don't mind a dog... He said he would be welcome here."Velma looked at th...