SIXThe rest of the night was quiet, and so was Sandie’s morning. If the alarm went off, she never heard it, and she slept hard until nearly ten, when her phone rang.
“I think it’s gone,” she told Connie. “I mean, I don’t want to jinx anything with optimism, but at least it’s gone on vacation.”
She drank her coffee black and supervised the installation of a new door. She picked up the phone to call Mike, but remembered belatedly that he had a noon Mass, and set it down again to wait until later.
Local news entertained her until the thump came from the new door.
A person’s silhouette was visible through the frosted glass, standing still and dark beneath the shade of the back porch.
The thump came again – not a knock, but a meaty thwack as though the visitor was trying to come straight t
