On Monday Meg worked an extra two hours at the bank. She was tired and hungry but she could not turn down overtime. It was dark by the time she got out. Brian had to close the bookshop so he wouldn’t be out for another couple hours. She decided to get groceries, at least the essentials. And now that she’d be saving a few extra dollars, maybe she could switch to better brands, food that was not tasteless. A twinge of excitement ran through her on her way home. The market was a mile from her apartment so she would head home first, feed Dwight, and take her car. She rarely used it when gas prices were so high but tonight she wouldn’t feel so guilty. After five minutes of walking, she turned the corner onto her street. She could just make out the front door of her apartment. It was open. Her heart sped. She thought about calling the police or going downstairs to notify her landlord but perhaps it had been the wind.
