My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

crooked to his shirt pocket.

He met me outside the OR desk with three phones and no pen.

“Captain, I got Pam Kowalski on hold, but state police says they won’t roll through water over Route 6.”

“Tell them not to take Route 6.”

“They said all county roads are flooded.”

“They’re wrong.”

I took one of the phones.

“Pam? Arden Vale.”

“Jesus, Arden, you home?”

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