Write four lines of prose about: the request.
We had some patchy frost in the garden overnight, which was enough to likely signal the end of our tomatoes for this year. We'll see how they look in a couple days, but we didn't want to risk harvesting them today only to have them turn to mush before we even get to Penticton tomorrow morning.
In better news, the forecast is actually calling for a pretty pleasant market day. Also: Max seems to be getting over his cold pretty quickly, so hopefully it wasn't a very serious one.
Because I seem to have it now.
Listen to me very, very carefully my dear. I wish to be perfectly clear on this one, simple point: I am doing you a favour by requesting your silence while the police search the house. I could just kill you instead - that would certainly make my life significantly easier.
So I strongly suggest that you remain absolutely, utterly, completely... SILENT!