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A sound stirred me awake. I lay still, listening for the sound to repeat.
Thunk . . . thunk, thunk, thunk.
I scooted from the bed, tiptoeing to the window. I peeked out to find my windows splattered with dripping white stuff. Is that bird poop? I crinkled my nose in disgust until I saw Mrs. Janowski waving frantically from her porch with Ol' Bessie propped beside her. Two thoughts crossed my mind at once: I need to move, and I hope it's not an emergency. Fear of a possible emergency won. I wrapped on a robe, took a fleeting glance at the seriously handsome man sound asleep in my bed, and then ran to Mrs. Janowski's house. She stood stoically on her porch, waiting.
"What's going on?" I called as I dashed across the street. "Why didn't you call or come over?"
"I tried calling. Your p
