The Wishing Fence Teaser

I have to go home now,” I said.  I got up and ran, and D’Shawndre was right behind me.  I got to my apartment building just as a police car pulled up.  I ran inside with D’Shawndre right on my heels and saw my mother in the kitchen.  She turned around, looked at me, and asked, “What’s wrong?” Our doorbell rang, and she kept looking at me, and I was now crying.  Again, she asked, “What’s wrong?” The doorbell rang again.  She passed me to answer it, and a police officer was standing there.

He asked if she was Mrs. Johnson and if he could come in.  My little sister Lena, who was six at the time, came out of the bedroom and stood next to me and D’Shawndre.

The police officer said, “I am so sorry to tell you this Mrs. Johnson, but your husband was shot and killed at Johnny’s Liquor Store during a robbery”