A hazy and humid afternoon was just beginning to turn into a cool summer evening when Wendy was stuck at the Mystery Shack for work. Not that she minded—she liked hanging out with the twins and Stan, even if her boss was more than a little eccentric.
At the moment, the redhead was flipping through a magazine her mother had subscribed her to in hopes of turning her into a lady. The models were fashionably dressed, but they looked so bored. Much like Wendy herself was at the moment. Stifling a yawn, her eyes scanned the gift shop for a much needed diversion from her work.
10:13 pm Thursday, June 26, 2014
