At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

with common sense is finally here.”

I walked to the front entrance and opened the door.

Standing on the porch was a uniformed sheriff’s deputy.

Beside him stood a locksmith carrying a heavy metal toolbox.

Behind me…

Richard spoke so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.

“Karen…”

“What did you do?”

I slowly turned to face him.

“Exactly what you should have done…”

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