"Daddy"¦" Sarah began.

"Sarah, dinner is almost ready," interrupted Irene. "Let’s go into the dining room and let your father at least sit down for a minute."

"Daddy"¦" Sarah continued, "I think it came from your bedroom. I think there was something in your bedroom that made the noise, Daddy."

Edward looked at Sarah with the loving eyes of a father. Sarah was such an imaginative child. She always was. Full of stories. And interesting ones at that. "So what happened next, Sarah? What was the sound?"

"Daddy!" Sarah said impatiently. "Daddy, I don’t know! You came home and I ran downstairs and I didn’t go into your room to find out, so I don’t know."

"Well, if you are going to finish the story, Sarah, we need to know what the sound was."

"Daddy, I’m not kidding! There was a LOUD sound coming from your room! Mom, tell him. Tell him what you heard!" Sarah was persistent.

"Oh, Sarah. Edward, I was working in the kitchen when I heard a-a-a thump of some sort from upstairs. I thought Sarah had dropped something or fell - I don’t know. That’s all. Nothing else."

Sarah’s eyes got big. "Nothing else??? Mom, we both looked at the door at the same time!"

Edward was watching this conversation with great interest. He had not seen Irene avoid a subject like she was today. And Sarah"¦ He has not seen Sarah pursuing a topic like this one today either. My goodness! What had happened right before he got home? "Okay, okay. I think that for right now, let’s have dinner and then we can investigate. How’s that?" He prayed for an agreement.

Sarah looked at her mom and then at her dad. She paused. "Okay."

"Good. I’m starving. What’s for dinner?" Edward looked at his girls and wondered what this evening would bring.