“Louise was knocking on the bedroom window and shouting loudly. Her face was pressed squarely against the glass panes, her hands cupped around her eyes trying to see inside. She knocked again. “Are you sure she’s in there?” Jessie asked. She was glancing around the backyard, worried that a neighbor might think they were burglars. “Maybe we should just try calling again,” she suggested. “She won’t answer the phone,” Louise reminded her. “We tried that for an hour. I know she’s in there.” “Beatric...e, get out of bed. I can see you.” She turned to Jessie, who was standing next to her. They had already tried calling on the cell phone, ringing the front doorbell, and knocking on the kitchen door. Beatrice had not answered. “Besides, Dick said she wasn’t going anywhere today, that she hadn’t gone anywhere all week.” Louise banged again on the window. Jessie continued to look around nervously. There was a small movement from the bedroom. Louise cupped her hands closer and squinted.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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