I haven’t seen Jon since last night about 10:00pm.
It’s about 4:30am now.I don’t know for sure what he was thinking, but he snuck back in to our neighbor’s basement last night while Bill was busy rubbing that stain stuff in to the staircase on the second floor. To be honest, you probably know more about what’s going on than I do. I know he called the police the other day and that he thinks Bill had something to do with the postman that’s gone missing. And I’m right there with him when he says that he thinks Bill has taken a giant leap off the deep end of insanity. I mean I was truly shocked when I saw Rena the other day – her face was all swollen and bruised. Something’s definitely amiss at our neighbors.
But I don’t know why he had to stick his nose further into their business. If something is truly wrong – let the cops handle it. But Jon wouldn’t have any of that. I pleaded with him not to go. If for no other reason, that what he was going to do was illegal. I mean breaking and entering and all. But he told me that he had to see if he was in the coal room. I’m not sure what he meant by that? I mean he could see Bill down on his hands and knees, feverishly rubbing that wet rag over and over into each step on the stairs. So who was Jon talking about? Do any of you know?
Then he told me that if Bill came down while he was in the basement, that he might have to hide and wait it out – that he might not come back right away. I hope he’s hiding. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes after Jon slid through the window on his belly and disappeared in the darkness, when the light flicked on in the basement and cast a swinging shadow. My heart almost stopped! I yanked the drapes shut and dropped down to my knees. But I had to know… who turned on the light. I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop shaking as I lifted one corner of the drape and peaked out just above the sill. Dear God… I couldn’t see Bill anywhere upstairs!
I don’t know what Jon has gotten himself into but I’m really scared. I’ve done as he said. He told me to wait and that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve had about two pots of coffee, but believe me I don’t need it to stay awake. I couldn’t sleep right now if I tried. Call it woman’s intuition if you like, but I have a really bad feeling about this. Dear God! Jon… please be hiding over there. Please come home to me….
