![]() ![]() ![]() “Yes,” he squeaked, his eyes wide and caught on the flames. “Goo, you know our address right?” I asked even as I stepped away from him, my heart beating so fast I couldn’t catch my breath. to see that our neighbor’s house was on fire. No one knew what was happening, and later I’d worry about how and why Louie had been awake at 2:00 a.m. I slapped my phone into Louie’s hand as I scanned the houses on either side of Miss Pearl’s, but there was nothing there to see. The porch was untouched by the flames licking at the sides by where I knew her bedroom was. He hadn’t been exaggerating.Īt least the back of it was from what I could see. I’d forgotten to close the curtains so I saw the yellows and oranges and reds before I even made it to the window. Louie ran down the hallway that led toward the living room, and I followed behind, glued to his grasp. I mean, there could be a fire over there, but it didn’t have to mean it was a house fire… didn’t it? Not that there would be a reason why anyone would be having a bonfire at a ninety-something-year-old’s house. I went, resisting the urge to finish dialing the emergency number until I saw it. ![]() Louie backed up and tugged at my fingers. ![]()
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