Flashing Lights

Blue and red lights flash through Rosie's living room window just as we are on the verge of understanding what this new element means. " They're on to me!" Rosie cries out. "How would they know?" Olivia asks. " I have no clue how they work, but they know that I have been talking." Rosie ushers us to move out of the room. "Where should we go?" I ask. "Any room. As long as it is out of sight. Go, I'll take care of this." Olivia and I scatter into her cluttered kitchen. There is not much space. If one were to open the oven or dishwasher, the door would crash into the island. A faulty design, and a wonder how any one could do any cooking or anything in here. But as it is the closest room without any windows, it works as a safe haven for us. We hear a loud knock on the door. " Just a moment." Rosie replies. The squeaky front door opens and Rosie is greeted by an officer with a New England accent. " Afternoon ma'am, I'm responding to a report about a stolen car." "I don't know anything about a stolen car." She responds innocently. " I'm afraid the convertible in your driveway matches what we're looking for. Do you mind if I step inside?"