As usual, I went to bed as late as possible, hoping to be able to fall asleep. I finally did, or so I thought, but was awakened by that familiar staccato rapping sound, measured, metallic-sounding almost. But this time instead of the usual sequence of 3, the raps continued and louder. I didn't think it was a bird now that it was winter time, so started to worry. Dorothy appeared and offered to go outside to check to see what the noise might be. I told her that David had installed a new sensory light, so the area should be visible when she walked outside. I noticed as she walked out the front door that she had her pocketbook, two-toned brown with a short strap, slung snugly over her shoulder. So I thought she was not coming back. She stepped out the door, but said she could not see around the corner and felt too uneasy to go over there. That was it.
Later, I got up and looked out the front window, thinking I might see if any tire tracks were visible in the snow, but the snow had melted, so I saw nothing.
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