Kendall's apartment building caught on fire in the middle of the night a few days ago. She and her roommate were awakened by shouts and pounding on the door. They had time to put on shoes and coats, then grabbed their backpacks and their two cats. They sat out on the lawn with all the other people, holding their cats on their laps and watching the firemen. They couldn't get their car from the parking lot because it was blocked by fire equipment.
So now they are bunking at our home. We're all waiting for the asbestos tests to come back. If the apartment was contaminated everything in it will be condemned -- the new mountain bike, Kendall's paintings, the college textbooks, clothes, mattress, TV, dishes, couch, dining table, etc., etc.
A teeny-tiny upside: Kendall and Xach are sleeping in my queen-size bed, and I'm in a single bed in the basement guest room. It's right next to Joe's room. He came in for a cuddle last night, told me I was so beautiful and that he loved me.
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