When Jane was finally driving down her own street, she slowed down, noticing that Linda's car was parked in her driveway. "That's strange," Jane said. There was no reason for her neighbor to park her car there. If she wanted to come over, she could just walk. She lived right across the street.
Jane shrugged, then parked next to Linda's car. She hit the garage opener, but for some reason it didn't work. "Batteries must be out," she muttered to herself. Then she got out and walked up to the front door. She'd have to get in through the front of the house this time. But when she used her house key, it didn't work. She looked at the key, making sure it was the right one. It was, as far as she could tell. She tried it again, but it still wouldn't open the door.
Frustrated, she rang the doorbell, hoping one of her kids was home to let her in. And after nearly a half a minute, the door opened.
