Call the Police

When Darlene was about three years old she had the chicken pox. So I wrapped her up warmly when she, Dayna and I went to Dad and Mom's house for an important phone call.  After arriving there Dayna asked to go to church with them and they left. 

After Dad, Mom and the family had left for church Darlene lay on their bed. So I lay beside her reading while waiting for the phone call. We had been lying there a while when Darlene screamed, "Mama! Somebody's out there!" as she speedily rolled over the top of me to the other side of the bed. 

Finally Darlene calmed down enough to tell me what had frightened her so bad. She said someone walked by the window. I got up, turned out the light and watched the window where she pointed. And sure enough, we could see someone moving there. 

After getting up and checking that the doors were locked I called the police. They cautioned me to keep the doors locked and to stay inside and assured me that a policeman was on the way. 

Darlene and I stood at the front door, anxiously waiting for the police to arrive. As soon as he got to the door I opened it and pointed to where the would-be intruder was. We waited impatiently for him to come back around the house with someone in handcuffs. Instead he came around the corner laughing. 

The policeman chuckled all the while he informed us that the plastic on the windows was torn. And each time the breeze blowed the plastic quietly waved in front of the window.