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then the bus pulled up blocking her view. When the vehicle rumbled on its way, no one was there.
    Leslie returned with the pizza box clasped in her hands.
    “Did you notice someone standing at the bus stop a minute ago?” asked Amy.
    “No, I didn’t notice anybody. Mind you I was busy with the delivery guy. Why?”
    “I thought I saw...never mind.”
    “Thought you saw what?” Leslie’s expression warned Amy she wasn’t letting this drop.
    “Not what, who. I thought I saw the teenager who broke into the house this morning.” Amy waved her hand. “I’m just letting my imagination get the better of me. Nerves, apprehension, imagination, whatever. It was a ridiculous notion.”
    Twenty minutes later, they’d polished off the pizza, moaned in rapture after sharing the delicious wine, and cleaned up the mess. Amy brewed a pot of coffee while Leslie straightened up the photo albums and put them back in the cupboard under one of the bookcases.
    Leslie joined her in the kitchen just as the back doorbell rang. Amy unlocked the door and Tiffany stepped inside.
    “Hi, Amy. How are you doing?” her neighbor inquired.
    “Fine. Leslie helped straighten the house up and the deck door has been repaired.” Amy poured each of them a mug of steaming brew.
    Once they’d settled themselves around Amy’s table, her friends sipped their coffee in silence. Amy suspected they had something on their minds. Namely, her. “I know you’re worried about me. But I’m going to be okay, you guys.”
    Tiffany set her mug down on the kitchen table and reached for Amy’s hand. “We need to revisit the security issue.”
    “I’ll set the alarm every time I leave and every night before I head up to bed. Every time, without fail, I promise.” Amy squeezed Tiffany’s hand. “I know you’re concerned but I’ll be fine.”
    “The security system is not enough. My husband and I discussed this. You should adopt a large, mean-sounding dog to protect you and your house.” Tiffany met Amy’s eyes, expectantly.
    “A dog?” Amy jerked her hand back. “What would I do with a dog?”
    “He’d provide companionship and immediately alert you to anything suspicious in the neighborhood,” explained Tiffany. “At night, our dog barks to alert us if a leaf falls off a tree in the backyard. I hate to imagine what would happen if someone was prowling around out there.”
    Leslie tapped her coffee mug with a hot pink-polished digit. “I think it’s a wonderful idea, Tiff.”
    “It’s a terrible idea,” blurted Amy. “Leslie, do you know how much work a dog is?”
    She attempted to discourage them by conjuring up a dozen excuses, but her girlfriends wouldn’t back down an inch. Finally, to appease them, she’d opened up her laptop, gone online, and printed the Humane Society’s adoption application form.
    While she filled it in, she muttered, “This will prove to be a colossal waste of time. I probably won’t even go down there and check out the dogs.”
    “ That is where you’re dead wrong.” Leslie stepped behind Amy, massaged the tension out of her friend’s shoulders. “Tomorrow morning, we’re going to the pancake place for breakfast at ten o’clock, and then we’re driving over to the Humane Society to check out the dogs. And I won’t listen to one word of argument from you.”
    “Hear, hear,” added Tiffany, glancing at her watch. She leapt off her chair. “Oh my Lord! It’s almost nine o’clock. I’ve got to get home and kiss my kids goodnight.”
    “Go out the front, Tiff. The street is lit better than the back lane.”
    Tiffany strode to the front door and flew down the cement steps, heading back home. Amy and Leslie waved from the living room window and watched until she disappeared from sight.
    “We should call her house in a minute to ensure she made it home okay,” suggested Amy.
    “There’s no boogie man out there. Today’s incident was a rarity.” Leslie clasped Amy’s hands in hers.
    “You’re