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<strong>The</strong> Crime<br />
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<strong>The</strong> intruder and I were perched on the bed, one <strong>of</strong> his arms squeezing<br />
around me like a vise, the other training a gun on my friends.<br />
“Get your money,” he told me. “But no funny business, or one<br />
<strong>of</strong> them gets it.”<br />
My whole body was trembling. I pulled away from him and<br />
went to get my purse from the spot where I always kept it: hanging<br />
by its strap from the back <strong>of</strong> my desk chair. But it wasn’t there.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n it hit me: I must have left it in my sister’s car after church.<br />
My heart skipped a beat.<br />
“I don’t have my purse,” I told him. “I misplaced it.”<br />
“ F— what!”<br />
“I always hang it right here, on this chair. But it’s not here.”<br />
Through the eyeholes <strong>of</strong> the ski mask, the whites <strong>of</strong> his eyes followed<br />
me. “<strong>The</strong>re wasn’t much money in it anyway,” I said. “A couple <strong>of</strong><br />
dollars. I think three dollars.”<br />
He swore again, which frightened me. I wished I had a lot <strong>of</strong><br />
money just lying there so he would take it and leave.<br />
His voice rose into a command. “Get your jewelry. And get the<br />
f— back here.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> miniature cedar chest where I kept my jewelry was on my<br />
desk. I grabbed it and brought it to him. With his free hand, he<br />
dumped the contents onto the floor, in a patch <strong>of</strong> street light. He<br />
kept the gun trained on the huddled figures in the dining room as<br />
he pawed through the little pile <strong>of</strong> necklaces and earrings. None <strong>of</strong><br />
it had any value.<br />
I realized that he was distracted. Maybe I could get past him.<br />
How many steps is it to the back door? Does the dead bolt turn left<br />
or right?<br />
He finished rifling and said, “Get your pot.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“Get your pot!” This was clearly a command.<br />
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