I reached into my right pocket, pulled out my smartphone. My thumb wasn’t clumsy. I taught myself technology, stayed current. I unlocked the screen, navigated to the phone app. Michael’s face went from red to white faster than a traffic light. Then I’m calling the police. You wouldn’t. But his voice had no conviction. My thumb moved deliberately across the screen. Nine. pressed the digit. One. Pressed again. One. I lifted the phone to my ear. Michael stood frozen at my table next to my china in my dining room. Amanda had both hands over her mouth. Jenny watched everything with wide eyes.
The line began to ring. My thumb completed the motion. The final digit pressed. The phone screen lit up. Calling emergency services. One ring. Two. A click. 911. What’s your emergency? Michael laughed. Not nervous laughter, genuine mockery. The old man’s completely lost it. Sit down, Waldo. Stop embarrassing yourself. I kept my eyes on the open door. Cold December air rushing past me. Yes, I need assistance. There are people in my home who are refusing to leave after I’ve asked them to depart. The address is 2847 Maple Grove Drive in the Land Park District. Amanda’s laugh was shakier, uncertain. She was reading the room better than her husband. Are you in danger, sir? Are the individuals threatening you? No immediate danger, but they refuse to leave my property. I am the sole owner of this residence. Officers are being dispatched. Estimated arrival 12 minutes. Please stay on the line if you feel unsafe. I’ll be fine. Thank you.
The click of the call ending was the loudest sound in the house.
Michael’s laughter died like someone had died instantly. The smugness melted off his face like wax near a flame. Color drained from red to white in seconds. Amanda screamed. Not words at first, just sound. Pure panic made audible. Then words came. Dad, what are you doing? This is us, your family. Jenny started crying. Quiet tears trying to make herself invisible in the corner. Michael’s aggression returned desperate now. You can’t do this. This is our home. We have rights. I remained at the open door, December wind at my back. This is my home. You have exactly 12 minutes to gather what you can carry and leave or explain to the police why you’re trespassing.
