"Devrah, will you get that?" Keegan hollered.
"No," she heard her younger sister yell back.
"UHHH!! I have to do EVERYTHING around here." Keegan got up and brushed off the front of her shirt. She had on an oversized UCLA sweatshirt she had borrowed from her best friend Jennifer and a pair of green and blue plaid boxers. Her tiny bare feet made a soft noise on the carpet as she walked to the front door. Keegan opened the door and saw two police officers standing there.
"Is this the North residence?" The taller black cop asked.
"Yes," answered Keegan. "Is there a problem?"
"Well," said the other officer, removing his cap, "There was a car crash tonight. Mr. and Mrs. North were killed." Keegan let her hand slide down the side of the door and she took a step back. "Is there someone we could speak to? Do you have a baby-sitter?" Keegan shook her head and called in an even voice,
"Devrah? Can you come here a second?"
