She was certain she’d found a rug… but something inside was moving…

“Don’t worry, Margaret. Give me your grandson’s address, and I’ll get there myself. He needs to know where you are.”

Margaret’s eyes lit up with hope:

“Really? Oh, dear, I’d be so grateful! But there’s a problem—someone like you won’t get past his security. They’d call the cops right away.”

“Then we’ll play it differently,” Sarah smiled. “You’ll wear my clothes, and I’ll go to him as you.”

Margaret didn’t object. She shed her wool suit and slipped into a long skirt and shapeless sweater. When Sarah put on her clothes, the older woman nodded approvingly:

“Suits you! Add some heels, and you’re ready for a gala!”

“Got a pair,” Sarah grinned, pulling shoes from the chest. “Not my size, but they’ll do.”

As they finished, Margaret wrote a note. Her handwriting was firm, confident:

“James will recognize me. Have him pick me up. And we’ll deal with that Gregory our way!”

Before leaving, Sarah hugged her:

“Take care, Margaret. Watch the window, lock the door. If you hear anyone, hide in the cellar, deep as you can.”

“Yes, captain!” the older woman smiled.

Sarah hit the road, walking slowly toward town. Cars sped by, ignoring the lone figure in an ill-fitting suit. Then brakes squealed behind her.

“Need a ride?” a driver called from a sedan. “Headed to town?”

She turned. A young guy with a soft Southern drawl sat behind the wheel. Seeing his face, she spoke warmly:..