Leslie's Journal
“Downstairs, the front door closes. Whoever’s there puts something heavy on the floor.
“Jason?” It’s Mrs. McCready. “Jason, are you home?” A pause. “That’s strange.”
What’s she talking about? Of course. There’s no alarm warning. I turned it off. Now what should I do: stay put or come out and hope for the best?
Just as I’m about to give myself up, I hear the sound of cans clattering and Mrs. McCready humming her way to the kitchen. Groceries. If she’s gone to unpack them, she’s not upset; she mus...t figure she forgot to set the alarm when she left.
I hear cans hitting the counter. Good. If I slip downstairs real quiet, maybe I can make it out the front door before she’s finished. After all, it’s a new house with no creaks, carpet everywhere.
I step into the upstairs hall. I see the back of her legs heading into the living room. What a break! She didn’t glance upstairs. I retreat back inside the master bedroom and stand stock-still, listening for clues about what to do next.MoreLess
“Jason?” It’s Mrs. McCready. “Jason, are you home?” A pause. “That’s strange.”
What’s she talking about? Of course. There’s no alarm warning. I turned it off. Now what should I do: stay put or come out and hope for the best?
Just as I’m about to give myself up, I hear the sound of cans clattering and Mrs. McCready humming her way to the kitchen. Groceries. If she’s gone to unpack them, she’s not upset; she mus...t figure she forgot to set the alarm when she left.
I hear cans hitting the counter. Good. If I slip downstairs real quiet, maybe I can make it out the front door before she’s finished. After all, it’s a new house with no creaks, carpet everywhere.
I step into the upstairs hall. I see the back of her legs heading into the living room. What a break! She didn’t glance upstairs. I retreat back inside the master bedroom and stand stock-still, listening for clues about what to do next.MoreLess
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