Summer had arrived in the delightful Sunny Hills. Lilacs, western redbuds, globe gilias, and sunflowers were in bloom. The bees were collecting pollen, and the kind folks of the garden borough enjoyed the warm weather and clear blue sky. Along the white picket fences of Myrtle Street, a woman, fifty-one years old, with flowing brown hair, was walking home from the local grocery store, Little Pete’s. She wore a loose summe...