Mr Frosty

And then the music stopped.

That pushed me back again with the same feeling of electric shock.

All that was left was the still Summer heat.

I started to lean again in to get a better look when I heard it.  The sound of my bottom screen door opening and slamming against the wood.  The outer door knock-knock-knocking against the main door.

I pulled as fast as I could to the window and looked down.

Even in the darkness, I could see her.  It was Tammy, running in her nightshirt, with her fist curled up with what must have been change from a drawer.  Running down our walk to the truck.





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