Dad and I were out. Kids home alone. They were playing ball in the back yard when a fight developed between Shane and Jeff. Suzette, and the brothers defended Jeff. Shane, being the outcast, decided to run away from home, and grabbed his bike. JEFF wasn't about to let him go alone so he tagged along. When we got home they had been gone for a few hours. Dad drove around the neighborhood, we called all the neighbors. We decided we would wait till dark, allowing them time 'to come home' on their own, but they didn't. At 10:00 p.m. I called the police. They came to the house, gathered information, and left. For hours we watched their car drive around the neighborhood, flashing their search light. They were building some new houses across the street from us, lots of dirt piles, holes etc. Sometime after midnight we went to bed, but didn't sleep. About 5:00 a.m. I heard the garage door come up. I was out of bed and at the kitchen door as they came in the house. Shane was still mad, he said the only reason he came home was he couldn't get Jeff to go without him. They had been in a gravel pit behind us by the canal. Police were called. The lost are found, all is well. "I am confident dear family or friends, if any of you are running away from home, Jeff is there to show you the way home."
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