“Dinner’s done. Come and get it,” Joan Carr called, and her husband, Jack, and their sixteen year-old daughter, Diane, came into the dining room and sat down.
“Mmm. Everything looks scrumptious,” Diane said and put food on her plate. “Say, did you hear bang about ten minutes ago?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” her mother said.
“I didn’t hear anything,” her father said. Could you tell where the sound came from?”
“It sounded like it was in the wall. There it is again.”
“Hmm. Honey, I didn’t hear it,” her father said.
“I didn’t either,” her mother said.
“It must have been my imagination,” she said as she ate.