It was a Sunday morning. Smells of breakfast filled the air. I was sitting in an armchair reading the Classified section of the newspaper. Suddenly, I heard loud voices coming from the apartment upstairs. So, I cranked up my hearing aid and listened, “Give me all your money,” said the deeper of the two voices.
“What?” replied the higher voice innocently.
“You heard me, give me all your money. You have one chance,” replied the deep voice angrily.
At this point, I had the phone in my hand and was already beginning to dial 9-1-1, when I heard something that made my heart stop, “Don’t you dare speak to me about chance young man, I experienced enough chance to last me a life time back when I was in Vegas in ‘89. You’ll go to jail for this, you thief!” This time the higher voice sounded almost hysterical.