One beautiful fall day around noon, Dorothy was humming as she put together a pumpkin pie. She crimped the edges of the crust and poured in the filling, topping it with sweet crumbles. She slipped it into the oven and wiped her hands on her apron just as a knock sounded on the door. “One minute!” she called out cheerfully, as she set the timer for the pie. She pulled off her apron and hung it over a chair, then went to the door. Peeking through the peephole, her heart skipped a beat when she saw two policemen in uniform standing there.