Old People

There comes a time in every small village that closely resembles a retirement community due to the overwhelming number of old people when you must walk across the street with your mother to check and see that your neighbor hasn't fallen down and broken something and needs your help. For me, today was that day.
My long-time neighbor Mrs. Davidson hasn't contacted anyone for a few days and didn't leave notice with any of the neighbors that she would be out of town. Yesterday we got a call from Sally, the barely mobile woman next door, who was concerned that she couldn't contact Mrs. Davidson. So my mother watched the house and noticed the total lack of movement and decided to check out the house. Not alone of course, she took me with her.
We circled the house, found her car was there, everything locked up tight. We even toured the house next door, curious to find it utterly open (my mother says she hopes for a cleaning crew because it's badly in need of one). The car worries my mother but somehow it came out that Mrs. Davidson's mail is being picked up, so we figured that meant she was away. She does have a sliding glass door that we could use to break into the house. She also may have an alarm system. We're thinking about it.