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High-Blood Pressure Over Overnight
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Ethan! she screamed. Black smoke was coming out the patio door. Mom and Dad ran to the gate, and I met them there. They shoved past me, running through the snow to the front of the house. They stood looking up at the dark dow to Ethans room. Ethan! they shouted. Ethan! I broke from them and raced around to the now open back gate. I darted through it. Felix was outside on the patio, huddled under a picnic bench, and she yowled at me, but I didnt stop. I squeezed through the patio door, my eyes and nose filled with smoke. Unable to see, I staggered toward the stairs. The sound of the flames was as loud as the d when we went for a car ride with the dows down. The smoke was suffocating, but it was the heat that beat me back. The intensity of the fire burned my nose and ears, and in frustration I lowered my head and ran out the back door, the cold air instantly salving my pain. Mom and Dad were still yelling. Lights had come on across the street and in the house next door, and I could see one of the neighbors looking out his dow, talking on the phone. There was still no sign of the . Ethan! Mom and Dad yelled. Ethan!Okay, you two, see where the trail leads, okay Lets tape this off. Sergeant Yes, maam, a man said, approaching the group. Weve got a blood trail. I want eight feet on either side of it cordoned off. Keep the traffic off the street, and have those people move back. The woman stood and Chelseas mother bent down, suddenly paying attention to me. You okay, Bailey she asked, petting me.

I had never before felt such fear as what was pouring off of Mom and Dad as they shouted at the s dow. Mom was sobbing and Dads voice was tight, and when I began barking again, frantically, they made no move to tell me to be quiet. My ears picked up the thin wail of a siren, but mostly I could only hear my barking, Mom and Dad calling Ethans name, and, over all of it, the roar of the fire, so loud I could feel it as a vibration through my whole body. The bushes in front of us were still burning, clouds of steam rising as the snow melted with a sizzle. Ethan! Please! Dad shouted, his voice cracking. Just then, something burst through Ethans dow, showering glass into the snow. It was the flip! Frantically I picked it up, to show Ethan that yes, I had it. His head appeared in the hole the flip had made, black smoke framing his face.Mom! he yelled, coughing. Youve got to get out of there, Ethan! Dad roared. I cant open the dow, its stuck! Just jump! Dad responded. Youve got to jump, honey! Mom shouted at him. The s head disappeared back inside. The smoke is going to kill him; whats he doing Dad said. Ethan! Mom screamed. The s desk chair came through the dow, smashing it, and, a second later, the plunged out. He appeared to get hung up on the remaining bits of wood and glass, though, so that instead of sailing out over the flaming bushes he dropped directly into them.

Ethan! Mom shrieked. I barked frantically, the flip forgotten. Dad reached into the fire and grabbed Ethan and pulled him out into the snow, rolling him over and over. Oh God, oh God, Mom was sobbing. Ethan lay on his back in the snow, his eyes closed. Are you okay, son Are you okay Dad asked. My leg, the said, coughing. I could smell his burned flesh. His face was blackened and oozing. I pressed forward, the flip in my mouth, feeling the stabbing pain in him and wanting to help. Go away, Bailey, Dad said. The opened his eyes, and he grinned weakly at me. No, its okay. Good dog, Bailey, you caught the flip. Good dog. I wagged. He reached out with one hand and petted my head, and I spat out the flip, which to tell the truth didnt taste very good. His other hand was curled up against his chest, blood dribbling out of it. Cars and trucks began arriving, lights flashing. Men ran up to the house and began spraying it with large hoses. Some people brought over a bed and put the on it and lifted it up and put it into the back of a truck. I tried to crawl in after him, but the man at the trucks back doors pushed me away. No, sorry, he said.
Stay, Bailey; its okay, the said. I knew all about Stay; it was my least favorite command. The was still hurting, and I wanted to be with him. May I go Mom asked. Of course; let me help you, the man replied. Mom crawled into the back of the truck. Its okay, Bailey. Chelseas mother approached, and Mom looked up at her. Laura Could you watch Bailey I wagged. She abruptly stopped petting me and looked at her hand. Maam, do you live here the policewoman with the gun asked Chelseas mother. No, but the dog does.

Chelseas mother took hold of my collar. Her hands smelled like Duchess. Dads hand, though, smelled of the fire, and I knew he was in pain. He climbed in to be with Mom and the . Nearly everyone in the neighborhood was out in the street, but no dogs. The truck drove off and I gave it a single mournful bark. How did I know the would be safe now He needed me with him! Chelseas mother stood off to the side, holding me. I could tell she was a little unsure what to do now; most of the neighbors were collected in the street, but shed been close to the house and now everyone acted like they expected her to remain there instead of joining her friends. No question but that it is arson, one of the men said, talking to a woman who had a gun on her belt. Id learned that people who dressed like this were called police. The bushes, the tree, all of it went up at once. Multiple ignition points, lots of accelerant. Family is lucky to be alive. Lieutenant, look at this! another man called. He had a gun, too—the men in rubber coats didnt carry guns and were still spraying hoses. Chelseas mother hesitantly eased up to see what they were all looking at. It was Todds shoe. I turned my head away guiltily, hoping no one would notice me. I got this tennis shoe, looks like theres blood on it, the man noted, illuminating the snow with a flashlight. The got pretty cut up going out his dow, someone else observed. Yeah, over there. But not here. All I got here are dog tracks and this shoe. I cringed that the word dog had come up. The woman with the gun took out a flashlight and aimed it in the snow. What do you know, she said. Thats blood, someone else said.
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