That’s what I “felt” my roommate Mack say more than heard it.
He had suddenly half crab-walked, crouching…ducking in and out of my peripheral vision, hissing this alarm.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t ask why.
Our long experience as roommates, and years of training had taught me to move first, then think…
I hit the floor, slightly upsetting a small table that I had been playing solitaire on.
I stayed down only an instant.
Then, I was moving, matching Mack’s haste and panic.
He had seen something from the kitchen window that had scared the crap out of him I guessed.
He found cover against the wall just below a picture window at the front of the room, trying his best to imitate paint.
He had his…
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