When I got back the back door was bolted shut. I had asked Paul, in a note, to catch Stretch if he could, and obviously he had. I banged on the door. No response. I went around to the front, tried several keys, didn't find the right one, banged again, no response. I went back to my car, had a few words with Lynn, my neighbor (she helped Paul catch Stretch and she asked what was wrong with the little guy -Stretch, not Paul), grabbed the other set of keys from the pocket in my car, found the right one, and got myself inside.
And yes, there was Stretch, pleased to be there, fully aware, I am sure, that his appointment was for a couple of hours ago.