Neighbor Marvin was kind enough to dump off a pick-up load of rocks for Fiorella yesterday, and a couple of hours later, in the early twilight, she started laying them out along the driveway.. The whole time, she was imagining somebody--or something--coming out of the dark woods behind her and catching her by surprise. She'd throw rocks at him/it, of course, and, being the heroine, she'd make it back to the house safely. Or would she? Older women usually get knocked off in the first reel.