Gloria was driving around the neighborhood in her pajamas. Every block or so she'd stop the car, hold her head out of the door, whistle, and
call out "Candy! Candy! Come here girl!" Then she'd start the car again and slowly drive another block or two, looking around from left to right.
Curtis sat in the passenger seat. He was looking around too, but he held his head low. "How many times have I told you to make sure that you
shut and lock the door after you come in?" Gloria reprimanded Curtis. Curtis sighed. He felt bad enough without her finger-wagging.
Who is Candy and what are Gloria and Curtis doing?