The Burglar On the Prowl
“My head was in the closet, literally if not figuratively, with coats and other outerwear all around it, so that would tend to muffle the sound. And it’s not as though I was listening hard all the while. I was too busy with my wriggling and squirming, not to mention my remembrance of milk chutes past, to have been keeping an ear open. Had Carolyn honked the horn? Three times, I’d told her, loud and long. But would I have heard it if she had? The car was in a closed garage, and I was in a coat closet. Maybe she’d honked and I hadn’t noticed.
The hands on my ankles might as well have been bands of steel. My heart sank, my mind froze, and all I could do was hope Carolyn got out in time, and that she’d think to call Wally Hemphill for me.
Hours passed, or maybe they were only seconds. And a voice said, “It’s me, Bern.”
And that’s all she said. There were any number of other things she could have said, and I’d have had to listen to them, but she didn’t, and that is just one more reason why ...Carolyn and I will be friends forever.MoreLess
The hands on my ankles might as well have been bands of steel. My heart sank, my mind froze, and all I could do was hope Carolyn got out in time, and that she’d think to call Wally Hemphill for me.
Hours passed, or maybe they were only seconds. And a voice said, “It’s me, Bern.”
And that’s all she said. There were any number of other things she could have said, and I’d have had to listen to them, but she didn’t, and that is just one more reason why ...Carolyn and I will be friends forever.MoreLess
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