After they booted me out of the library, I drove home. The front door was wide open, and I could see T skulking around the living room with a flashlight, peering behind the curtains and under furniture.
He came out and told me, "I think it may be gone."
I came in, carry just my keys. No way was I going leave a wild bird in the house with my purse if it turned out he was wrong.
We found Katie. The fearsome huntress of shadows was hiding out in the basement. Fat lot of good SHE is in a crisis.
We cleaned up the plant that had been knocked over.
We went out for a sandwich. We came back. Still quiet.
We went to bed. Still quiet, although I don't mind telling you I slept with one eye open.
We got up. Still quiet.
T left for work. Every little noise I hear makes me jump.
Maybe I'll go to work early.