CHAPTER 5: SO HOW DID YOU GET THE NOTE?

It had been on a Friday. She had come out of her room, ready for anything Tina would have wanted to say. Tina had been sipping on a glass of milk before she had entered the living room. It had been colder to Tanya.

"Mum, I'm sorry for last night..." she had said, feeling the guilt of shutting her mother out of her life... "...I just needed some time alone." ...and her room.

"It's fine," Tina had said, smiling over a glass of milk.

"So how did you get the note?" Tanya had asked. She had hoped to get a clue on who was behind this act. She would call it an immature act but then...

"A kid had brought the note to me yesternoon, had said some lady asked him to bring it to this house..." She dropped the empty glass of milk before explaining.

Tina had asked the kid who had given him and the kid had tried pointing to a place where he had claimed a lady had called him to her car.

"Well, maybe she's gone." Tina had said. "Are those your friends?" She had pointed across the road at some boys in a basketball court.

"Yes," the kid answered.

"What's your name?"

"Jamie," he had replied. "Can I go?"

"Oh yes, go play with your friends."

"But the letter?" He had enquired.

"Mind your business and get lost, old kid!" Tanya had wished she had said that to the boy that morning. She had sighed when Tina had told her what she had said instead:

"Don't worry, it's from a friend, I guess." She had examined the envelope which had an inscription in bold letters saying:

"To the Waynes; open, read and obey."