But this year it just worked out for me to buy the old store building so I did. I was there about midnight the other night when there came a knock on...the door. I grabbed a baseball bat and went to see what was going on. Since the front windows are still covered with paper, I had to open the door to see who was there. A woman in high heels, short red hip loving skirt, and light blue blouse, black form fitting leather jacket, red hair and green eyes was standing there, dancing from one foot to. ”Ann said, “Well, he’s not going anywhere for a long time. Thanks a lot. I feel good when I help lock someone like that away.”John said, “So do I.”Ann was quiet for a moment. She looked to the door of the kitchen. Marguerite peeked out and nodded to her. Ann said, “My husband and I would like to invite you two and your wives over for dinner.”“Sure, we can come whenever you want so long as Beth and Kelly are free from work,” John answered. He turned and looked toward the back of the house. He. As luck would have it, Christie made record time getting back home. She must have been more anxious than I thought. I figured she’d come right in, but she took her sweet time. ?What the heck is she doing?? I wondered for the umpteenth time. Finally I heard the door open and she returned. I couldn’t see her as she had left me facing the front of the room. At least I hoped it was her. ?Welcome home, dear,? I said in a plaintive voice. ?Feel like releasing me now?? . "Good morning, Mr Clifford. It's Ben Longfellow, Susan's father. We heard the story last night and I'd just like to say on behalf of my wife and myself how very grateful we are." Thank you, Mr Longfellow. It was the least I could do and please call me Tom." No, Tom, it was not the least you could do. After the ... incident, you gave her moral support, huge support from what I can gather. We shall be eternally grateful and I'd be pleased if you'd call me Ben." How is she, Ben?" Not bad. She's.