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with our solicitor issuing a complaint to the commissioner if they don’t do something,” he said.  He had read somewhere that keeping calm in the midst of crisis made others around you calm, so he added, “I appreciate that you tried your best, but sometimes you have to show these cops you mean business.”
    Nora didn’t retaliate, she wanted this to be sorted out tonight, and if her husband was able to get the police to do something, she would stand back and let him get on with it. 
    Nick began chatting to the police.  Nora turned toward Ben.  He gave her a crooked smile, a gesture that was supposed to be comforting.
    “I’m sorry about all this, Ben,” she apologized, putting her hands up in an act of submission.  “I don’t know what he’s going to do that I haven’t already tried with them.  He’s so stubborn...”
    She stopped herself from saying anymore.  She didn’t want Ben, or Belinda, to know about Nick and her problems as husband and wife.  People like them simply didn’t talk about those things.
    “It’s okay,” Ben said, understanding.  “I’m glad you called me, Nora.  I hope I’m at least helping in some way.”
    Nora nodded, sincerely.  “Yes, Ben, you’ve been a saint.  I don’t know what we would have done without you.”
    Ben looked down, clearly embarrassed by the compliments.
     
    ***
     
    “What do you think Dad will do?” Clara asked her older brother while they sat in her bedroom.
    The police had come, and Clara and Colin waited in Clara’s bedroom as Mom, Uncle Ben, and Dad talked with them.  They had seen the two intruders on their way up the stairs, and Colin had never been more furious in his life.  Clara had never been so afraid in her life.  Who were these people?
    “I’m sure he will come in and solve this problem right away.  You don’t need to worry; you know how good Dad is at sorting out any problems, so those two will be gone from here tonight.  You’ll see.”
    Clara felt comfort at Colin’s words and was happy her dad was finally home.  It had been a nightmare when they had returned from getting pizza and Mom turned around to tell them of the situation at their house.  She had made them wait in the car until Dad pulled up, and then had begun yelling at him as Uncle Ben tried to calm her down.  From a distance, their house had looked foreign, unattainable.  The solar lights around the flowers had lit up as darkness approached, and almost every light in the house was turned on, casting an eerie glow about the entire place.
    Bad people, Mom had said, bad people were in their house.  They weren’t killers, or anything like that, but they wanted to steal the house.  The pizza they had eaten gurgled in their stomachs as their organs flipped flopped at the notion.  Who would do such a crazy thing, especially in this neighborhood?
    “Mom, who are these people in our home and why are they sitting in our living room?” Clara had asked as they walked in with the two police officers that had arrived at the scene.
    Clara had been scared, and could see from the look on her mom’s face that she too, was scared as they followed the police’s instructions and made their way up to Clara’s room, the highest room in the house.  Colin’s response had confused them both though, as he seemed to know the boy in their home.
    “Bradford!” Colin exclaimed, first overjoyed at seeing his friend, then recognizing the horror of the situation and frowning.  “What’s going on?  What are you doing in our home?  Who is that?” he pointed accusingly at Harper.
    Harper sat frozen to the spot, she didn’t know how Bradford would respond to Colin who she could see looked completely lost as to what was going on.  She had seen Colin from a distance when they had been scoping out the house, but up close he was a lot taller—and probably stronger—than she was.
    “Colin.  What a coincidence it is this being your house! My fiancée here and me managed