“Bert…” Irene was getting in on it now. “You better not take your wedding ring off.” Oddly cavalier, considering what we were all afraid of.
Old Man Braun finally gave in. “Alright. Alright,” he grumbled. Then he looked to me and Bruce. “Men, come with me. We’re gonna scout ahead. This might be some kind of false alarm or a drill or somethin’.” He looked at his wife. “Ladies, kill the headlights, and turn back around. Head for Catherine’s house. If this is a false alarm, I’ll call my phone with one of the neighbors.”
Catherinehopped off the scooter cycle. “I’m gonna text one of the neighbors on your phone,” she told me. “If we get a response, it probably means this is a false alarm.”
“Good idea, Catherine,” Bert said. “We don’t want ourselves getting jumped in case this somebody’s just got their dander up.”