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Zelda’s breath came in quick puffs and her hand covered her heart. What should she do?
Call the police and ask for a bomb squad?
Throw it in the nearest snow pile?
Take a deep breath and quit being paranoid?
Maybe she’d watched too many episodes of NCIS. Saw an exploding bomb behind every tick and tock. She studied the box. It looked so innocent with the big bow and seasonal wrapping paper.
A gift that ticked couldn’t be left to tock for seven days. Besides she’d already undo the bow. All that was left to do was throw the package in her car and take it to the police station. But as the box continued to tick she decided she wasn’t going to drive anywhere with it.
She sighed, the air coming from deep inside her.
That left her with only one option. She had to call her son. Tommy. He’d know what to do. She left the box on the front porch and headed inside. She stared at the phone. How sad was it she had to look up her own son’s phone number?
To be continued...
