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Wait until you hear what happened in this writer’s life …
A loud banging at my front door made us jump out of our skins. A police offer was standing there with a rifle and asked permission to have access to our backyard.
I assumed he was going to walk around the side of the house, but he marched through our hallway and out the back kitchen patio doors. He slunk up to a fence and peered through the slats.
I didn’t need this. I had a project due that day. How could I simply go back to the keyboard and ignore what was happening in my own home?
The officer had told us to stay on the opposite side of the house to the fence he was at.
Of course we didn’t. We kept sneaking peeks out of every window at any angle to see what we could see. Several police officers were milling about on the street. Police cars were lined up and down both curbs. Traffic was blocked further up the road.
My daughter had to leave for her afternoon class and I would be left with the two grandchildren alone. She kept delaying … and I’m so grateful for that.
A short while later, another loud knock. All the surrounding houses were being evacuated!
I swooped up my two-year-old granddaughter while her mother grabbed her seven-year-old’s hand. And out the door we went. Walking down the street we passed an approaching unmarked van that stopped to spill out a team of khaki-colored uniformed “special forces.”
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