Backlund, Queens.
A copy of the Backlund Daily lay spread open on a cushioned stool.
Beside the stool, a golden retriever lay on the carpet, reading an open book line by line. From time to time, she stretched out a paw to turn the page.
A beautiful girl stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly at the flowers outside as though preoccupied with some private concern. The girl, the flowers, and the window formed a perfect composition.
After a while, Audrey suddenly said, "Susie, he lied."
The golden retriever, Susie, folded down a corner of the page and closed the book. "Who are you talking about, Audrey?"
Audrey pointed at the newspaper. "Mr. Hobart."
"Did he deceive your feelings?"
Audrey smiled helplessly. "Susie, read fewer romance novels. Hmm, you could read some poetry, or the psychology textbooks I collected."
Susie stretched out a paw and pressed it over the romance novel before her. "All right."
"I remember when I first met Mr. Hobart, he said he did not represent Justice," Audrey said. "But he has kept doing things that are just."
Susie picked up the newspaper from the stool in her mouth and spread it out on the carpet to read. "Oh my, he is in the newspaper again. And it is another very challenging case!"
"Yes, his reputation will surely suffer because of it." Audrey said, "I am planning to organize a Justice League gathering next week to see whether we can help this gentleman who carries justice in his heart."
"That is a good idea, Audrey." Susie asked, "Can I join too?"
"Uh, not for now, Susie." Seeing Susie's disappointment, Audrey quickly added, "If there is an opportunity in the future, I will recommend you for membership."
Blanca Street 192.
"Hobart!" Xue waved the newspaper in her