ADRENALINE RUSH AND A SIGH OF RELIEF...This morning, I took the girls to the athletic club, as usual, and left my husband to get ready for work in peace. When we returned, our neighbor from across the street (whom we've never met) called out to us, waving frantically.
I stepped off the porch as she approached. She said, "I know I'd want someone to tell me if this happened..."
Immediately, my nerves went on alert. "Yes?"
"There was a man in a white SUV, who tried to break into your house. He was trying several keys on the keyring...until he saw me see him."
My heart kicked into overdrive. "What did he look like?"
"A thin man, in his sixties--he had grey hair. He looked up at me with--and I've never used this word before--the most sinister expression." (At this point I didn't dare tell her how often
I've used this word.)
"I don't know what to do!" I said. My body began to tremble as I thought of all the possibilities. "Why would someone want to break into my place? I have nothing anyone would want."
Of course after I said this it occured to me how often heroines in peril say the same thing. So what
did this person want? Did I know more than I should about something? Did I have something of importance that someone else would kill to get?
Then she said, "After he looked at me, he took off, fast! I got in my car to follow him, but he blew through the stop sign! I'm so worried, because now he knows where I live too!"
Fear began to pummel me. This was not looking good. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll come tell you if I find anything out."
I bolted inside and grabbed the phone. I dialed my husband's cell. No answer. I left a message. When he didn't call back, I called again.
"What's up, honey?"
"Someone was trying to break into our house! They were trying several different keys, then when the neighbor saw him, he took off and blew through the stop sign!"
"Oh no! I think we need to get a dead bolt. What else did she say?"
"It was a man with grey hair in a white SUV. She tried to get the license plate, but he got away!"
"Uh, honey.........that was me."
"What?!"
"I saw her see me, but I didn't wave. I guess she didn't recognize me. I had to go back inside to turn off the AC, then when I came out I wasn't sure if I'd locked the door, so I got back out to double check the locks."
"Are you sure it was you?!"
"Honey, you're a writer, not an investigator."
There's a difference?
WHEW!!! Talk about an adrenaline rush! Now I know how my heroine felt! Anyway, as you probably already know, my husband isn't in his sixties. But when he goes to work he slathers sunscreen all over, including on top of his head to cover his part. We always tease him because it looks like has grey hair. And he
has lost forty pounds in the last six months.
Mystery solved. Now I can finally settle down to write.