FifteenWhat little furniture there is in Bianca's bedroom is looked under, behind and into three times as she and David search for the Singer. But their search is fruitless.
“It never left my hands until it was placed in the box!” With mounting frustration, Bianca traces her steps of the night before when she programmed the Singer in her dressing room. “I closed the lid securely, I know it. Then I came to my bedroom and went immediately to sleep.”
“You're not a sleepwalker, are you?” David jokes half-heartedly, just as disconcerted as Bianca. Bianca is not receptive.
“No. And I didn't dream that it flew out of the box on its own, either,” she says through tight lips.
“Then,” David speaks the obvious, “someone took it.”
“But how? Someone would have had to enter the house undetected and
