Sarah picked up the phone. "I'd like to report a breakin," she said.
On the other end of the phone, Gladys Brewer was confused. "S-Sarah?" Why is she calling me, Gladys asked herself. To make fat jokes?
"How do you know my name?"
Gladys noticed that Sarah sounded shocked, but not mean like she normally was. "H-how do you know my phone number?"
"Is this 911?" asked Sarah.
Gladys hesitated. "N-no." That answer felt wrong somehow. "Oh no!" Gladys gasped as she looked down at herself and saw ...
