Overheard

Yesterday, Theo had a playdate with his favorite friend from school. They chatted in the back as I drove home.

Suddenly Theo's fried, Stephen, shouted out: There is Theo's Dad's office.

He was right. He remembered from a year ago.

It looks like a junkyard he said of the lot, formerly a movie studio lot, where some movies and TV shows are still made. A little run-down, I suppose, but junkyard seemed extreme.

I know it is nicer inside, he said. They are probably making it look bad so no one will want to break in and steal something valuable.

Yeah, said Theo. Like movie scripts.

If only...