False alarm

She rings repeatedly, but there's no-one home.

"Do you have a key?" She asks.

You hastily nod and pull it out of your shirt pocket and hand it to her.

Inside on the kitchen coundter is a note:

Dear Evan: Sorry if we made you feel like you had an invasion of free-time, but we had to switch cars due to a muffler problem. We shouldn't be back for another week.

Love, Mom

"Oh..." Said the brunette. "So your name's Evan..."

She types in the remote for a couple of minutes, and presses the commence button. Your name's (now as you remember) Yvette. Now she's typing in something else.....

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