Melody Argued
“But Dad, the lights were off. Why would Mr. Hilton be fumbling around in the dark? He can hardly see as it is,” Melody argued persistently. “I’m certain it was a burglar, Dad. I need to call the police.”
Before Melody could take action, her father intervened, halting her with a gentle hand. “Mel, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
The Hiltons prefer to keep to themselves, you know how much they value their peace and quiet,” he reasoned, urging caution.