Bob sneaked through the living room while Lanny dragged all the guests into a tall tale about the Dior evening dress she bought in a vintage shop in Paris so that no one would notice him.

He quickly slipped into the main bedroom and saw a pair of walking sticks resting beside the wall. 

He carefully closed the door, picked up one of the crutches, and walked to the window furthest from the porch. He then pulled a saw and a cloth out from the duffel bag he had brought and started sawing.

Every time his hand moved, Bob's heart pounded harder and harder with the sound of the metal...