Mrs. Young came in, closed the door, and went to turn on the light. She flicked the switch a few times, but the light didn't turn on. She shouted, "Honey, the bathroom light is out! We need to replace it tomorrow!"
Mr. Young's voice came from outside, "Okay!"
Sensing someone was in the bathroom, Mrs. Young asked cautiously, "Who's there?"
Marlon Marshall, realizing he'd been discovered, quickly clamped a hand over her mouth from behind.
"Don't move."
Her heart leaped into her throat.
"Who are you?"
Marlon Marshall said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, ma'am, for startling you. I'm a classmate of Carol Young's. She asked me to come get something. I used the restroom and then couldn't get out, so I just—"
"Let go of me. I won't scream."
Marlon Marshall let her go. "Ma'am, I'll be leaving now. I'll come visit again when I have time."
He left the bathroom. Mrs. Young couldn't see his face clearly, but she remembered his voice. "Alright. Do come and visit often."
