The Fire Story, Continued

It's weird, I've been waiting and waiting each day to find out what happs next in Mike's story as he writes in. But now sumhow I know all the deets! NEway, here's what Mike wrote last nite:

April,

Little sis. I was ready to give you another installment of the story of my family’s excitement. I had written down describing how our fire escape had been our balcony and a convenient route to the back yard, but now it was a welcome exit from an apartment rapidly filling with smoke. I had written how I had bravely gotten Dee and the kids outside and heroically alerted the emergency fire crew, before heading magnificently back into the apartment, up the stairs to my office to get my laptop and my manuscript.

But my wife, Deanna, saw me writing this stuff down and declared the next installment of the story of my family’s excitement was hers to write, since it was all about her. She says it is time for her to reassess my priorities if I wanted to be a proper husband and father. So I must defer to her for the sake of my marriage. I will give you the short story though, just in case she forgets to write.

Deanna got the kids down the stairs, but she had left Merrie's favourite blanket and two photograph albums on the fire escape. She'd dropped them so she could carry Robin and push Merrie down the stairs by the hood of her jacket. Then she told the firemen to go up and rescue me, and played ignorant about whether or not the Kelpfroths were downstairs where the flames were. Deanna is such a good wife.

That’s the short version. Deanna might add more details if she chooses to write. I will definitely be writing your installment for tomorrow though. Definitely.

Love,
Michael Patterson

Zeremy told me that his mom knows one of the firefighters who were @ the scene of Mike's apt fire, and that when Dee told the guy that Mike had gone in2 the attic 2 get his book, this firefighter sed his thot was, "Sum things just Rn't worth dying 4!" True thing there, eh?

Apes