I don’t know how long I was out when I heard the backdoor slam, followed by the sound of soft footsteps scurrying down the hallway toward Sally’s bedroom. She dropped her book bag with a loud thump. I assumed it was around six o’clock because Sally had cheerleader practice Friday afternoons and usually got home about six. Next, I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I wanted to get up and let her know I was home, but I was groggy from the pain pill. I rolled over and went back to sleep.