The Summer It Begins by Susan Wiggs

Author:Susan Wiggs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2019-04-15T14:28:05+00:00

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At midnight Daphne was jerked out of a sound sleep by a noise. Downstairs. Someone was in the house. Here in her safe neighborhood in Ballard. She scooped up her cell phone and dashed to the bedroom door to lock it. And when it wouldn’t lock, she remembered that the lock was broken. Why, oh, why hadn’t she gotten it fixed? She could hear the soft rumble of a male voice downstairs. Was it getting closer? Was the intruder coming upstairs?

Her heart was banging against her chest, crying, “Let me out!” She dashed into the bathroom. Maybe she could jump out the bathroom window. She shut and locked the bathroom door. Then she called 9-1-1. “There’s a burglar in my house,” she whimpered as she slid open the window. She gave the woman on the other end of the call her address and added, “I’m alone.” Again. For the third time. And now I’m going to get burgled. Alone. This was so unfair! So sick and wrong. Mitchell should be here getting burgled along with her.

“The police will be there right away,” said the nice lady. “I’ll stay on the line with you until they arrive.”

A lot of help a voice on the phone would be. Go away, burglar, or the lady on the phone will yell at you. Daphne stuck her head out the window and looked down. A second story didn’t sound that far up until you contemplated jumping from one. She’d break a leg. Or her back.

“Meanwhile, have you got a safe room, someplace where you can go and lock the door?”

“I’m in the bathroom.” Thinking about jumping.

“Good. Lock the door and stay there until the police come.”

A flimsy lock on a bathroom door probably wouldn’t stop a burglar. But maybe the burglar wouldn’t care about the bathroom. Well, unless he had to go potty.

Daphne looked around for a weapon she could use in case the intruder had a weak bladder. Snapping him with a towel wouldn’t help much. Too bad the mirror was screwed into the wall. She could’ve broken it over his head. The toilet plunger! She grabbed it and braced herself against the wall.

The voice was in the bedroom now. Aaaaah! Daphne’s heart was going to explode. She was going to pass out right here on the bathroom floor.

She heard another voice. The burglar had an accomplice. A female.

Wait a minute.

She tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear to it.

“Baby, you make me so hot.”

The burglar was having sex in her bedroom? Of all the nerve!

“There’s no one like you, baby. Oh, yeah, that’s what Daddy likes.”

Daphne’s eyes narrowed. She knew that voice and that pathetic no-one-like-you line. “Never mind,” she told the woman on the phone. “The burglar is my husband. I’ll take care of this on my own.”

Now Stella was saying, “Mitchell. The bed’s unmade. Has someone been here?”

Daphne unlocked the door and threw it open. “As a matter of fact, someone has.”

“Daph,” he gasped in shock. There he stood with his pants pooled around his ankles.

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