My paranoia went up to a critical level when I began to worry about Curtis and how to protect him in the midst of this madness. Panic set in.
Surely, no body knew where he was at the moment except John. Right?
But what if someone had got to him? My heart stopped at that thought and I picked up my phone and dialed the school. I just had to hear my boy’s voice again. The phone rang twice before someone picked.
“You have reached our Summercamp help line, how may we be of assistance to you?” A high-pitched feminine voice echoed from rhe speaker.
“I would like to speak to my son please?”
“His name and house color.”
“Curtis Harper, Green House.”
“Alright maam, a moment please?” The call went on hold for some minutes that seemed like an eternity. Then—
“Hi, mum.” My boy squealed. I could
