Kay was standing in the middle of her bedroom and appeared to be frozen. She was startled even more when I tapped on the window at the same time that her sisters barged through the doorway. I scooted out of view so they wouldn’t see me and listened.
Kay said that she heard gunfire. Her older sister was certain she heard the motorcycle that was passing by backfire. Her younger sister thought it was the popping noise the cookie sheets make when her Mom is baking in the oven.
I had a better view. If someone looked under the junk in the trunk of the car driving away they would have known what it was.
