After school, Bryson came home with a plan: He pulled a bunch of papers from his backpack – drawings scrawled on the back of his schoolwork of a stand with his Pokémon cards on it. He would sell his collection to save his puppy.
At first, Woodruff discouraged Bryson.
“We'll figure this out,” she said. “Don't worry about it.”
But the next day, Woodruff was in her phlebotomy class when her husband sent a picture of Bryson seated at a table in the front yard with a wooden sign that said: “Pokémon 4 SALE.” Woodruff cried.
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