the reporter at the scene screamed ." oh shit ! " as she ducked out of the frame . the person holding the camera at ground level his balance . the shot jumpefd to the sky before it resettled on the front of the duplex .
dark gray smoke billowed out and up , obscuring the view of the porch .
one of the anchors in the TV studio , a taciturn woman whose manner reminded me of an assistant principal , said , " was that an ...exposion ? jannifer ? jennifer itou is our reporter on t he scence , live .
do you have jennifer ? jennifer ?"
i found myself hoping we still had jnnifer . and that she was still live on the scene .
amy said ," that was a bomb . my god ."
i looked at mel . her lips were parted . she wasn't blinking .
i turned to find eric . he was standing on the far sisde of the room . near the entry hall . his arms were crossed .
a second explosion rattle the font of the duplex .
jannifer itou had one hand covering her earpiece in a way that was almost a parody of a reporter at scene full of chaos . she said ." brett and carl ? my cameraman , tony , is telling me the second explosion was a flash bang . repeat , we think the explosion was a flash bang . tony was a marine ."
kanyn hadn't picked up her p[hone . the ringing finally stopped . voice mail kicked in ." hey , it's me ," her recorded voice announced "leave a message , or even better send me a text . a nice one . afi ."
"adi ? i said .
amy said ," adios , oh my jesus ."
mel lowered herself to the floor in a single , languiled , motion that was as fluid as a dancer 's . it was as though she felt the long bones in her legs dissolving ar=t a measured pace and she was determined to get her torso to the ground before the bones disintegrated .
amy said ," we have to go home m, mekl , get up . comeon . now we have to check on kanyn ."
my eyes returned to televesion scren . asthe smokefromexplosion drifted away from the front of the building , it wasn't ap[parent to me which side of the duplex was the focus of all the law-enforcement attention .
eric said ," does anyone know what is going on ?"
amy said ," that's our house ."
he turned and walked out the door .
dark gray smoke billowed out and up , obscuring the view of the porch .
one of the anchors in the TV studio , a taciturn woman whose manner reminded me of an assistant principal , said , " was that an ...exposion ? jannifer ? jennifer itou is our reporter on t he scence , live .
do you have jennifer ? jennifer ?"
i found myself hoping we still had jnnifer . and that she was still live on the scene .
amy said ," that was a bomb . my god ."
i looked at mel . her lips were parted . she wasn't blinking .
i turned to find eric . he was standing on the far sisde of the room . near the entry hall . his arms were crossed .
a second explosion rattle the font of the duplex .
jannifer itou had one hand covering her earpiece in a way that was almost a parody of a reporter at scene full of chaos . she said ." brett and carl ? my cameraman , tony , is telling me the second explosion was a flash bang . repeat , we think the explosion was a flash bang . tony was a marine ."
kanyn hadn't picked up her p[hone . the ringing finally stopped . voice mail kicked in ." hey , it's me ," her recorded voice announced "leave a message , or even better send me a text . a nice one . afi ."
"adi ? i said .
amy said ," adios , oh my jesus ."
mel lowered herself to the floor in a single , languiled , motion that was as fluid as a dancer 's . it was as though she felt the long bones in her legs dissolving ar=t a measured pace and she was determined to get her torso to the ground before the bones disintegrated .
amy said ," we have to go home m, mekl , get up . comeon . now we have to check on kanyn ."
my eyes returned to televesion scren . asthe smokefromexplosion drifted away from the front of the building , it wasn't ap[parent to me which side of the duplex was the focus of all the law-enforcement attention .
eric said ," does anyone know what is going on ?"
amy said ," that's our house ."
he turned and walked out the door .
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