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the sound of a car door slamming woke sherran with a start. she felt like she had stepped from the world of sleep straight into wide eyed alert wakefulness. Was she still asleep or was she awake. She lay there waiting for another noise or a sign that she wasnt dreaming.
the sound of muffled voices and keys jangling came up to her second story window. Climbing sleepily out of bed she groped her way to the window and peered through the narrow gap in the curtains. Through the canopy of the huge old Flamboyant Tree taking up most of hers and the next door garden she made out three people in the unlit doorway next door. She wondered if these were the new tenants, what a time to arrive though, Sherran looked across to the clock on her bedroom wall. Two thirty am, no-one arrived from anywhere at this time. The last flights into the small domestic air terminal had landed by 7pm, the train service no longer operated, and to arrive at this time surely must mean they departed from very far away. They seemed to be battling to get into the house. And was she mistaken but the one man looked like he was weaving unsteadily on his feet. He was drunk!!! that must be the reason he had passed out somewhere drunk and the two other men were bringing him home.
As this thought entered her mind the door seemed to have been opened and the three men, the two helping the third one,...