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A man on the other side answers
coolly, " It's the police ma'am. Mind if
we have a word?"
I freeze. My heart starts banging
against my chest so viciously, I’m afraid
it’ll get free.
“Mrs. Finley...,” another man says.
His voice is kinder.
"Just a minute," I reply as I look
through the peephole. Sure enough, two
uniformed men stand at my front door.
