So I get out of the shower and return to my room (actually, the guest room of the Winstead house), and I realize that someone has been in there in my absence: the fan has been turned on. I do what anyone would--that is, I get dressed (car-and-truck tunic, red leggings), grab George, and run down the street to play checkers with my friends.
Later, Wayne and I discover that the intruder has been back. This time, he has turned on the elephant lamp! Much throwing open of closet doors ensues, but no one is there, not even in the deepest recesses of the basement workshop.
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