“THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE ... ARE YOU GOING TO OPEN THIS DOOR.”“OK ... I, m coming ... I was having a nap” I shouted.“Girls ... Quick grab y...ur things and go upstairs into a bedroom and hide. And don’t make a sound until I tell you they’ve gone OK. “?“OK Mister...”.“Quickly ... get upstairs...”I opened the front door and Ploy was looking really sheepish holding her head down.Mrs Green demanded, “Well let us in then, we need to have a serious talk”.I opened the door to let them in and Ploy. He pulled out some plain brown paper and wrapped each individually. He then took a black marker and wrote their names on the paper for me.I made my way out of the shop and started walking down the sidewalk. I kept stepping inside the shops and looking around, beginning to wonder where the ladies made off to. After crossing over a small side street and dodging a motor scooter, I saw them walking down a flight of metal stairs attached to a large, two story brick building on the corner across. I made her a cup of tea while we sat there talking about the events that would be unfolding, mum said that we should go out to dinner, I agreed but she made a concession, that I dressed as a girl and she would not take no for an answer, “I have nothing to wear that remotely resembled girl clothes” I said and she smiled, “what about that little black dress you wear now and again” “black dress” I said feeling a little uncomfortable, “yes” she smiled, “I know you have been wearing it, and my. " What news? Don't tease me like that. What news?" he said, sounding frustrated."Mary Simpson is alive and living here in Washington." What! Are you serious? How? When did you find out?" It's an interesting story, but to keep it short, I spotted her in a nearby shopping mall and approached her. It was her, even though she'd changed quite a bit from the teenager I remembered. That was a week ago last Saturday. You won't believe what happened and how it came to be that I was accused of killing.