Eventually we went and sat on the front steps and talked quietly for a half hour or so before going once more into the house. The weather on the next day was no different, sweltering hot again. XXX She talked of going to the police but I managed to dissuade her. She glanced about. We started getting phone calls. Climbing back into bed, Margie leaned over and turned off her bedside light. He was simply to walk across the road, slip through the gate, make his way around the back of the house to the far side where he’d know our bedroom as the only window with a light on and I’d have left a box or stool or something for him to stand on.
