Theresa muttered to herself as she walked around in circles, searching for the door that she had seemingly misplaced.
"Where is that damn door? I should have paid closer attention when Ralph introduced it," she grumbled.
Rosey watched on with curiosity as Theresa continued to pace back and forth, her eyes scanning the walls for any sign of the elusive doors.
Theresa's face lit up with a sudden realization, and she reached down to the apron that was still tied around her waist. Rifling through the pockets.
As she dug her hand into the first pocket, her heart raced with the anticipation of finding what she was looking for.
However, her excitement quickly dissipated as she realized that the pocket was empty.
Undeterred, she reached into the second pockek hoping to find her phone.
Her fingers brushed against a soft, fabric-like texture, and she pulled out a kitchen hand towel. Disappointment crept up on her.
