She was standing by the screen door, gazing into the twilight. A stranger opened the door and without a word walked in. She grabbed him by his lapels and backed him out, slamming and locking the door. She ran to lock the back door, thinking, the damn recklessness of the newspapers, revealing the necklace's worth. She was just about to bolt the basement door when she saw Therese's husband.
He invited her to sit in the lamp-lit room. She described the intruder.
She watched as he stretched nonchalantly, and grinned.
“That was my cousin. He's on security duty.”
He invited her to sit in the lamp-lit room. She described the intruder.
She watched as he stretched nonchalantly, and grinned.
“That was my cousin. He's on security duty.”
