“Vet, are you up? Have you read the paper,” Sandi asked as I heard the frenzied melodies of morning cartoons in the background.
“No, why,” I asked, cradling the phone in the crook of my neck as I draped my shirt over my bed and moved on to the pants.
“Your favorite sheriff in the whole wide world got busted last night for accepting drug money. It is all over the front page and the local stations are leading with it.”