There was nothing she could do about it. In a minute she would cheer herself up and everyone would be fine. For now, they could join her in mourning.
But as the fire truck turned down the street, she had a brief vision of firemen sobbing ‘Oh, the humanity!’ and ‘Why, God, why?’ while gazing at her melting cookware. The absurdity of it made her smile, and she tried to hang on to the emotion while holding her pendant.
At least the RV had stopped making that agonizing sound and accepted its fate.
Mel pushed herself to her feet, dusting off her clothes and wiping the tears from her face as first the fire truck, then the paramedics pulled up and added their own clamor to the general uproar. As one of the paramedics spotted her and came over, it finally struck her: That cell phone call saved
