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with alarm.
“Edith, get up here, now!”
I sipped my coffee slowly, counting to 60 in my head.
Teacher habit.
Wait before reacting. Let the situation develop.
Upstairs, urgent voices overlapped, words indistinct but tone unmistakable.
Panic.
At 60, I called up the stairs.
“Everything all right?”
Silence, then Christopher’s forced calm.
“Fine, Dad. Just work stuff.continue reading …
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