Jutta Dowdy heard the noise first and shook her husband out of his sleep. “You hear that Edwin?” She said.
Edwin, eighty-three a few days ago, rolled onto his back and listened a beat. “You leave the TV on?”
Jutta shook her head. She said, “Uh-uh. You going downstairs to have a look?”
Edwin pulled back the blanket and slipped his feet into his slippers. “I guess it’s my turn,” he said.
“You want me to help?”
“You think I can’t handle the punk myself?”
“There might be more than one.”
Edwin smiled, saying, “That’s my kinda odds.”
By Vincent Holland
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