She put herumbrella and bag on the dresser by the door, opened the bag and tookout four lengths of rope. Walking over to the bed stand, she put therop... in the top drawer and closed it again. Next, the covers wereripped off the bed and thrown into the far corner. Finally, shelifted up her skirt and running her hands across her lacy bloomers,pushed them down and stepping out of them with one foot and then sheflung them with the other foot across the room right into the openbag. Now all she had to. I remember once I got up to go the bathroom and looked outsideto see Mrs. Baker putting out the garbage. It was strange because shehid behind the hedge when a car pasted by and almost ran back to thehouse. I didn't think much about it and went back to bed.I knew something was strange one summer's night when I convinced mymother I could camp in the back yard. My friend Johnny and I wheresleeping out when nature called. I crawled out to go pee in thebushes. I saw the Bakers light on and snuck. The peeping fireman quietly slipped down from the truck and got the other fireman in the bay."Hey Mitch," he whispered to his buddy, "you gotta check this out... come here." What's up, Robby," the other man asked with a puzzled look on his face."I found something up in the truck that you've got to see," was Robby's reply.The two quietly stepped onto the back of the truck and peered over the edge at the bodies of Stan and the woman. "Who is she?" Robby asked."I think that's that girl from the. Afterwards, Brad wanted to go check on his grandmother.When we got to the nursing home, we were met in the front hall of the lock-down area by Ethel Smith who was worried about missing her train. A petite ninety year-old with lots of vigor, her only health issue was the advancing dementia that left her confused. Brad and I both hugged her and assured her that the train wouldn't be arriving for another couple of hours. She laughed cheerfully and walked with us until she decided she needed to go.