Okay, this is just me folks, and don't anyone tell me how I would react in this situation because " I haven't been there." Try another argument, but not that one okay?
I would wake up, stumble out of bed, and prayed I was able to make it down the steps without falling. All I want at this point is a cup of coffee, heavy on caffeine and sugar, no cream, thank you. With one eye closed I would attempt to master the staircase. Oh, a note , a three page note spread acroos the thread of the stairs. I must step over it. See, I am so limber in my old age. Keep in mind, I had Stage 4 cancer, so this is a big feat. But I am up to the challenge.
I pick up these pages, it must be Linda reminding me to leave her a check. Listen carefullly, we have your daughter.... $118.000 dollars? Isn't that ironic, it matches my husband's bonus check. I keep reading, don't tell anyone about this, not even a stray cat. Well thank you buddies, I think I will call my best friends. How many do I have? The Fernies, Whites, let's don't forget our pastor either.
Gee John, put on some underwear, would you? Oh, you don't have to get on you knees to read that note. Please don't touch it, you may leave your prints. If you try carefully, I am sure you would get some light in the foyer.