Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

bad fall on the linoleum just a few weeks ago.”

“I slipped because the kitchen floor was cold and I was barefoot,” I said, looking directly at Mrs. Gable. “My daughter has the key to my back door, which she has used to enter without my invitation.”

Mrs. Gable looked up from her paperwork, her eyes moving slowly from Greg to Brenda. She did not say anything,continue reading …