Tuesday
6:00: The guest room alarm buzzes. I roll out of bed and stretch. Clear California skies are brightening outside the window.
6:30: I dress in quiet – we have stopped talking in the mornings and the closed master bedroom door speaks volumes. This has to end, I think, resigned.
6:45: I leave the CD from yesterday playing for the short drive. I force a smile on my face when I enter the office and see my friend, “Good morning!” I say more cheerfully than I feel. Utter incomprehension passes across her face – her pale face – and she says, “You haven’t heard?”
Stevil 
whoa.
I think we all remember THAT Tuesday …
Ugh. Tense. And apropos.
That is really intense.
Um, I don’t get it?? Can you explain what everyone else gets?
FS — this was my morning on Tuesday, September 11th 2001. These things were happening as the planes were hitting the Towers.
Gripping, at times poignant story. I can guess what it is about, looking at today’s date, but like Freedom Smith, it will nice to hear you explain :)
See above… :)
Thanks, Steve. I guessed it right :)
Do I get to ask questions?
Of course!
Okay, I get it now. But now I want to know the end – not the 9-11-01 part that I already know, but your personal story part, if that’s not too much to ask. Are you going to finish it?
Huffy — I like to think the story has a happy ending…
https://stevebetz.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/ten-years-gone-2/
Or at least a happy continuance! :)