August 16, 2008
“ ‘Come into my parlor’, said the spider to the fly,” I mumbled to myself. Looking at the opened door I decided that it was now or never. If I were to ever find out anything about those packages, I would have to go inside the house. If I didn’t do it now though…
I checked the street once more for the car and then I started over. I had just got into the grass when I heard my wife behind me.
“There you are honey,” said Grace. “I thought you were doing the laundry. Why are you out here?”