The Antisocial Sister
Patricia unlocked the front door of her sister, Maria’s, house and crept inside. She had no idea why she was creeping, though, considering no one was in. Which, of course, had been the whole point of her turning up the Saturday night before Christmas to deliver presents. Maria and her husband, Joe, would be at his work’s Christmas do and their kids were at Joe’s parents’ house, leaving Patricia free and clear to do her Santa bit.
Only, as soon as she put the gift bags in her hands down, placed her keys on the hall table, and scurried along the hallway to turn the home security alarm off, she knew something was wrong. The alarm wasn’t on. And not in a million years would either Maria or Joe leave the house empty without setting it. They were paranoid to the max, a si
