By Liane Arno
AMANDA Thompson was home alone, cosily ensconced in her jammies, when an almighty noise came from next door. With her husband away, there was no way she was going to investigate. She buried herself deeper into the lounge chair and hoped that whatever caused it would go away, but she couldn’t ignore the urgent banging on the door that followed. Amanda opened it to find a young woman on the doorstep shouting at her that there was a car on fire at her neighbour’s place.
AMANDA Thompson was home alone, cosily ensconced in her jammies, when an almighty noise came from next door. With her husband away, there was no way she was going to investigate. She buried herself deeper into the lounge chair and hoped that whatever caused it would go away, but she couldn’t ignore the urgent banging on the door that followed. Amanda opened it to find a young woman on the doorstep shouting at her that there was a car on fire at her neighbour’s place.