I’m used to the window screens falling to the patio.
The kid that lives upstairs knocks those out all the time.
When I hear running and stomping and yelling, I know a window screen is about to drop.
But when a baby fell to the patio, that was odd.
“Bozhe bozhe bozhe!”
The mother came running down, I had a pen and paper and the phone set to translate from Russian.
She had me call her husband. They ran off to the clinic. Baby’s fine.
For now. Because, who knows, right?
Should I lay out pillows for the next time?