“Bronwyn, call the cops!” Jerry hollered across the parking lot.
Jerry and I had stopped at the post office. I had just rushed inside to pick up a package while Jerry waited in the car. As I exited, I heard someone calling my name rather loudly. Is there another Bronwyn somewhere nearby? I didn’t know what to think.
That’s when I noticed Jerry standing in the middle of the parking lot, his face red with smoke pouring out of his ears.
What’s going on? I had left him seated calmly in the car. What had happened?