Puffing on her cigarette, Jill peered at the moon, thinking of her plan of murder. After stifling Patricia’s foul voice permanently, she would have to exit through the bathroom window. The clothes hamper would have to make-do as a stepping stool to reach the overhead window. Girl, thank Jupiter you’re limber and athletic.
Open the window, swing it out of the way, then grab the sill with one hand, poke one leg through the opening, push off with the other leg, then squeeze through and drop to the ground.
No, Jill. Think! An open window would raise eyebrows? It had to be closed after jumping. Use a clothes hanger! Reach up and close the door with the hook and eliminate the possibility that an intruder exited through the window.
