The Repentant Radio Thief

One morning, I went out to our car and the radio was gone. Nothing else touched—just no radio.
Of course, I told our neighbor about it. Sara Tomlin lived behind us. She had Alan, who was close to Jim's age, and Sheila, close to Carolyn's age, and Dalton, who was a teenager.
We were very good friends and she told her children. Dalton said he'd see what he could do.
The next day my car radio was sitting in the front seat when I went out. And Dalton came over to put it back in. He wouldn't talk about it, though.
His Mother said he knew a neighborhood boy who was bragging about stealing from the neighbors. He told the boy that I was a nice lady, and he'd better take that radio back or he'd turn him in to the police.
We had lots of good people looking after us when we lived alone there.
Other than that one experience, I've never really been robbed.