But as the days passed, the visits became more frequent and the requests more urgent.
Some evenings, the doorbell would ring at dinnertime, then again at 10 p.m.
"I'm generally a nice guy. I didn't want to shut the door in her face," John Scott said. "I said, 'I'm not going to answer your questions.' She kept saying, 'You've got to, you've got to.' I shut the door, and she kept ringing the doorbell and tapping on the window." (read more)
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