Sirens are commonplace on the block outside our front window, so we don’t look up from the video we’re watching as they wail down the street, growing louder as they go.
The heavy crash that follows startles us out of our reverie, though, and we leap to the window, only to have our view blocked by scaffolding.
In an instant, Katie is on her feet, shoes on, keys obtained, and out the door to see what’s up.
By the time I get down to the corner where the two ambulances collided, into each other and then one into a building, she’s already taking videos and making friends with other spectators, while lights flash angrily and twisted, exposed engine blocks steam into the night.
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