Four-year-old Laurie Kenyon was playing with her dolls while her big sister, Sarah, was at a birthday party. Sometimes, her mother’s laughs would echo from the kitchen as she entertained her guests. Laurie had put on her favorite pink swimming suit, waiting impatiently for Beth, her babysitter, to let her hop into the swimming pool. Beth was on the phone again, though, so Laurie picked up her mother’s music box by the window. Looking outside, Laurie noticed that black cars filled with flowers lined up on the street, probably for a funeral. Nevertheless, it reminded Laurie of a parade so she slipped passed Beth and through the door to go watch the cars roll by. Distracted by the music box in her hands, Laurie didn’t notice the car with
