The Berry Burglar- An RAL Mystery

My first ever short story, written maybe at age 9:

The customer, now burglar, walked away from Mrs. Rosby and to the door where he turned the handle, but then stopped as Mrs. Rosby stirred and her face rose from the rubble. The berry burglar looked back at the cowering Mrs. Rosby with dignity in his expression, but resentment showed in his bright eyes.