E is for Eludes

“Great.  That’s just great.”

“Watch this part.”

“Shhhh.  Someone’s here.”

“You sure?  I don’t hear, oh.”

“It’s coming from the kitchen.  No, leave it on.”

“There it is again.  Coming this way.”

“Stay here.  I’m going over by the door.”

“I don’t think so.  I’ll be on the other side.”

“Huuuh.  Quick.”

“Where’s the.”

“Ssss.”

“No.  Towards the back.  I can see a shadow.”

“Another one at the front.  Go, look there.”

“Just what do you think you’re doing in my house.”

“Upstairs, they’re going upstairs.”

“Got you, you.  Patty? What you doing, sneaking round my house?”

“Oh, no, you don’t.  Help, a knife.  He’s got a knife!”

“I’ll deal with you later.  Get out.”

“What? Thought you were...Oww.  Get back here.”

“Uhnn.  Dammit.“

“Im’s okay.  Gonna need stitches.  I grabbed for the knife.  Too dark, I think it was a woman, going for your bedroom.”

“Patty was in the kitchen.  I sent her home, told her I’d deal with her later.  Let’s get to the hospital.  I doubt they’ll be back.”

“What’s with Patty?  Aren’t you helping her?”

“Why’d you wanna grab the knife?”

“It was headed for my stomach.  What’d you think I was gonna do, stop, drop and roll? How do you know they’ll stay away?”

“Hello, can you send the cops over to my house?  Someone just tried to hurt Ilsa.  She’s bleeding.  I don’t think the bleeding is going to stop any time soon.  One of them was Patty....  No she didn’t the cutting, someone else.  There were two of them.  Both of them got away after Ilsa was stabbed.  No, I don’t know.  The only lights on were downstairs.  Couldn’t see.”

“Can we go?  It’s hurting like, like, I don’t know.”

“We’re heading to the hospital.  Can’t wait.  Her hand’s pretty bad.”