An hour later, there was a knock on the back door. It had to be Karen McMahon. She'd used the back door of the Trembley house ever since she was a kid.
Although Karen lived on the next street over from the Trembley's, her backyard and theirs were connected. She still jumped the fence whenever she wanted to visit. Theresa went to get it.
At the same time, the front doorbell also rang. Arthur took that one. The Trembleys and their guests entered the living room from opposite doorways.
"Hello, I'm Nancy Harrison," said the blonde haired woman with the soft blue eyes standing in the living room. She extended her hand to Karen and Theresa. "My grandfather left his cell phone here earlier and he wanted to send his driver back to get it, but it was past time for the man to go home to h
