The house was broken into overnight. Everything is fine, of course, but I'm off to the police station to answer questions and finalize the report.
Entrance was gained to Freeman House by way of the library, home to my many books and the dress form. Just before bed I had clothed her in my new, rough draft, experimental knitted capelet before heading to bed.
She must have seen it all.
I wonder what capelet-clad dress forms could say, if capelet-clad dress forms could talk?
(UPDATE: Weird, weird break-in, but all is well. The police poked around all morning, took a few things into evidence, and helped me screw some windows shut. It's creepy to think that someone was inside my house last night as I was asleep - walking around, pushing things around, looking things over. Reaffirmed to me that I am carefully protected and divinely watched! And now we know that happened while Brin was sleeping!)