We had just put our breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, and sat down in the living room, when my cell phone rang.  It came up, “Dirk Bixby.”  Anxiously, I answered it.

     “Hello, Michelle?” I said.

     “It’s me, Clem.”

     “Are you okay?”

     “Fine.  Just really shook up.  He came here.”

     “The police thought he would.  Did he hurt you?”

     “No, the police arrested him the second he stepped in my door.”

     I let out a huge sigh of relief and tried not to cry---yet.  They had gotten to her in time and sh...

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