Until I heard the knocking at my door.
“Who is it?” I bellowed.
I’d finished my breakfast, done the dishes, and was making big plans for the day. Big plans that included whatever TV had to offer.
No answer, but more knocking. I sighed. Gonna be like that, is it?
I went to the door and peeked out. An older heavyset woman stood there dressed in a light-blue Henley knit T-shirt, jeans, and colorful shoes. I didn’t know her, but she didn’t look hostile even though she had a heavy-looking purse slung over her shoulder and was carrying a plastic bag with what looked like something equally heavy in it.
I unlocked the door and opened it about halfway.
“Can I help you?” I didn’t really want to deal with her crap right now, but manners win every time.
“Are you Sam McGuire?” She was studying m
