.. She silently pleaded. The footsteps stopped. Maybe there was a chance... Her bedroom door opened, the bottom dragging heavily against the carpet ...ecause the hinges were bent. The result of a previous, ultimately futile effort to block the door. Wendy feigned sleep as the tears rolled down her eyes. The floorboards next to the bed squeaked and her duvet was moved to the side. A draft of cool air swept across her body, then it was the beds turn to squeak as the mattress springs compressed. Velma Dinkley, the so called amateur detective that had been the object of your sexual obsessions for as long as you could remember. You had followed her carrier, if you could call it that; with her team of fellow inept crime solvers for years and had gathered every possible scrap of information on her and her friends. They were almost mildly capable investigators who more or less always got lucky in solving crimes and uncovering schemes and she was the brains of the whole bunch. Incredibly. Brian opened the front door for Heather and then got in the back. They drove around to the front of the building and Heather got out and let Terry sit in the front while she scooted into the back and gave Brian a smile.Terry looked over the front seat and said "She used the puppy eyes didn't she?"Both Mr. Simon and Brian said yes and Heather blushed again."I thought so" Terry said laughing. "You would have never gotten him to go otherwise, or get Dad to let someone into the family lunch. " The bass may still be a little heavy," Dave mused."Let's see what Maria says," Jarrett chimed in. "She indicated that she would rather have the power down there, than not."Maria finished the short movement, and Dave invited her to come up to the control room."Richard's a pianist," Dave said to Jarrett."Really? Wonderful!" Jarrett said. "Do you know this piece?" he asked."No," Richard admitted."Well, I would have been surprised if you did." What is it?" Richard asked."It's a piano sonata by.