It has been a rough day for the Andersons. Every one is tired. With supper over, they are getting ready to relax. Walter is watching television, his wife is finishing up the dishes. Bert, their teenage son, has gone to the community center. Suddenly the phone rings. Walter answers it.
"Hello," he says. He listens for a moment, then he speaks again. "Yes, this the Andersons." There is a pause. Then Walter's face goes pale. "No, it can't be! There must be some mistake!"
He listens for a few more moments, then he hangs up.
"Who was that?" Marilyn calls from the kitchen.
"The police. They think Be...
