From down the hall, "What's the hurry?"
"Move. Let's go."
"Take it easy. I didn't hear anything."
The back door shut, and the house was quiet.
The house remained quiet, except for the announcement of the clock. She had cuckooed once, then twice. Soon after she sounded once again, the front door opened.
Rar could hear someone moving around in the other room. Pretty walked into the bedroom. Under her breath, "Someone's been here."
She picked up the phone, she gave her name and address, "I think someone has been in my house."
*
"No, I don't think they're still here."
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