“There was a murder across the street? Seriously? I don’t buy it.” She looks skeptical. “It was just a robbery, right?”

“Come now, that comical joke? You can see the cops. And see they are carrying out a body now.” I move the curtain slightly so she can see.

Her eyes widen in shock. “Did you see anything? Will the killer come after you?”

“No. I was out of town last night, thank God. Just got back this morning.”

“There’s such a smell of onions. It smells like you cooked last night…”

“I… umm… made an omelet this morning.”

“You hate eggs.”

“Don’t tell anyone else that, and we’ll be fine.”

She looks up at me, doubt written clearly across her face.

“I didn’t see anything, honestly. I was asleep all night-you know I can sleep through anything-and then I awoke, and lo! Crime scene in my front yard.”

She glances back to the crime scene outside. “I worry about you sometimes.”