Rosie was used to having things her way while she lived in the pleasant, light green ranch house in a town in Lyon County. Although her husband had died many years earlier, she prided herself on still being able to take care of the property by herself. Neat and orderly. That was the way Rosie liked things. Neighbors said that while she lived there alone, she always had everything "just so" or, as some said, "in apple pie order." The woman wasn't really alone. She had many memories of the good years while her husband lived. And she had good neighbors.

Speaking of good neighbors, Rosie herself was one. She was must appreciated by Jon and Karen who lived just around the corner. They said that when they looked out their windows, they would see her pick up apples from under the tree in their yard. Then she would make them into apple pies, which she gave them. Jon said, "It was her gift of the pies that made us think of her as a good neighbor."

Eventually Rosie died in her house, in the bathroom, of an apparent heart attack. No more apple pies. After her death, the house was unoccupied for almost a year before a family bought it.

The new occupants had been settled in for only a short while when the gentleman came to Karen's door asking, "Do you know if there's a locksmith in town? We've tried everything but we can't get the bathroom door open."

Karen said, "We could probably find one listed in the yellow pages, but let me come over first and see if I can help." When she went over, Karen could see that they had indeed tried everything to the point of marring the door and frame. She recognized the type of lock. It was one of those that can be locked from inside the bathroom by pushing in the little metal peg.

"But no one's in the bathroom," the new owner said. "How did the door get locked?"

Karen thought, "But you don't know the half of it," while she bent a wire coat hanger open until she had a straight end. She poked the wire into the hole until it hit the button and pushed it back to its unlocked position. The door opened without any further trouble. But what she said before she left did trouble the owner considerably. He couldn't figure out what she meant by saying, "Rosie probably wasn't ready to come out yet."