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Mrs Dorothy Greenwood looked up from her knitting once again, seeing someone walk past with a dog. She enjoyed doing her knitting by the window. It gave her something to look at while the needles tapped away, creating a woollen jumper for her latest grandchild.
She turned back to her knitting for a moment, calling to her husband as she did so. "Ralph, dear?"
"Yes?" Came the distant reply.
"When's our Suzie next bringing little Peter round?"
"Tuesday, dear."
Satisfied, Mrs Greenwood returned to her knitting. As the hours passed she saw Mrs Van Der Becken from down the road go past, probably going to the shops, she saw another neighbour go past, whistling quietly to himself. For a while she watched Jake in the Mallory's garden opposite. Then she saw young Quinn get home in his car and run into the house.
A lovely boy, she thought. So fond of his Mother. And always so well intentioned. Mrs Greenwood remembered when a much younger Quinn had once offered to cut her lawn, accidently destroying their lawnmower in the process. At that moment Ralph walked in, interrupting her thoughts.
"Young Quinn just got in." Mrs Greenwood gestured to the window with an already well occupied needle.
"Ah," said Mr Greenwood. "Nice lad."
"Yes. I'm so glad he turned out alright. It was terrible when his Father died in that accident." Mrs Greenwood looked pained as she remembered.
"Now, Dorothy, don't go getting upset about it, the boy's fine." Mr Greenwood soothed her.
"Yes, he does look well. I wonder how Amanda is. You know maybe I'll do her some cookies tomorrow, pop round and see how she's getting on. Quinn's a growing young man after all." Mrs Greenwood absent-mindedly continued.
"Now, you won't go pestering the lad, will you Dorothy? I remember what you said last time. Asking him when he was going to get a nice girlfriend. Poor boy must've been so embarrassed."
Mrs Greenwood smiled, "I won't Ralph, I was just worried. Amanda said he spends so much time alone in the basement. And he's such a nice boy..."
"Coffee, dear?" Mr Greenwood wandered into the kitchen.
Mrs Greenwood was already distracted, someone he arrived at the Mallory's front door. Two people in fact. A large, overweight man, and a young girl. Mrs Greenwood smiled to herself again. Perhaps the girl was Quinn's little friend, she'd have to watch out and see if she came round again. Maybe she could save some cookies for her...
"Coffee, dear?"
"No thank you," Mrs Grenwood replied.
She returned to looking through the glass as Mrs Mallory let the two strangers in.
"Ralph? There's a large middle-aged man just gone into the Mallory's house with a young girl."
"Oh yes?" Mr Greenwood tried to sound interested.
"Yes. Never seen either of them before." Mrs Greenwood kept her eye on the window as she restarted her knitting.
A few minutes later a smartly dressed black man, driving a red cadillac drove down the street. Mrs Greenwood watched, fascinated by the man, as always. As he drove past the Mallory's house, a huge blue whirlpool grew from the Mallory's garden. She saw the fear in the man's eyes as he desparately tried to steer his car round it. He failed instead, disappearing screaming into the whirlpool.
Mrs Greenwood dropped a stitch.
