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Bun | Oct 29 2001

Paul remembers that the phone rang earlier, while it was still light, and that he did not answer it. Whoever it was hung up when the answering machine kicked in. Then later, in the middle of night, Liz noticed a flashing red light coming from outside the room. It looked like the light from a police car. “What’s that?” she said, afraid. Paul looked for some time before realizing it was the flashing light of the answering machine.

Earlier that same night they had walked to a grocery to buy milk. On the way back, a woman with a shopping cart full of stuff stopped them and asked for change. She said she wanted to buy some meat to go the bread she had. Paul gave her thirteen cents, which was all he had, and apologized. “Every little bit helps,” said the woman, and offered him a hamburger bun.