I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

up and ran-limped through what looked like another backyard full of rusted bikes and a tipped kiddie pool.

A porch light came on.

An older woman in a robe opened her back door and stared at me like I’d fallen from space.

“Help me,” I shouted. “Call 911. Please.”

She didn’t waste time asking the wrong questions. Bless that woman forever. She stepped back continue reading …