Dorothy was greatful to be alive. But where was she? She ran out the front door and found herself on a strange land with grassy hills and little house... around which walked little people, shorter than Dorothy. Her dog Toto ran out with her. Dorothy said to him, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Indeed not!" shouted one of the little people, wearing a tall, rouned red hat and brown clothes. "You're obviously not from around here, young girl. You look too odd." You look a little odd. Because my Uncle Rob said the prognosis was good, Mom and Dad decided that just Dad would drive up to Naperville.”“Where’s Naperville?” Sandy asked.“Just west of Chicago.”“Not to be morbid, but...”“I have no idea. I’m hoping my Uncle Rob was accurate in what he told my dad and that it’s minor, at least as far as heart attacks go. He’s Dutch Calvinist and I doubt he’s ever had a sip of alcohol in his life, and I know he doesn’t smoke. If I remember right, he walks every morning and eats a. They had gone all the way. All the way, without me. Without me.I walked as fast as I could to the exit, not even hesitating to make the guard not only open the door and allow me to leave, but under no circumstances let Joey or Suzi to follow me.I was sobbing up all two flights of stairs, and even had trouble opening the door to our room. They had done it in here. On the couch. The small stain of blood from Suzi almost blended in with the pattern of the old flower-patterned couch.I put my hand. She fought her fear only long enough to make sure that the door to Tasha’s room remained closed and felt her way to the kitchen, keeping her hand clutched to the knot in her towel. She rummaged in cupboards and in the utility drawer, she finally found a small penlight, and a battered AM radio. In the dim light of the flash she fiddled with radio, and found it dead. She slipped off the back, and in the dim view of the penlight, she realized that it took the smaller ‘AA’ batteries, just like the.