One night last summer, my neighbor Debbie came over and knocked on my door. “I’m leaving for 21, Jim,” she said. “Would you mind dropping by my house in a bit and 22 on my mother?”
“Not a problem,” I said.
I’d lived next door to Debbie and her 84-year-old 23 , Nan, for about six months, and we’d become fast friends. Debbie always worked at night. She 24 leaving her mom alone, so she asked if it was okay if she rigged (装配) up one of those baby monitors and 25 me a receiver.
I was 26 to help. After all, I’ve been blind since infancy(婴儿期) and out of work for years. In fact, at 54, I’d come to wonder if I had much 27 anymore.
Like me, Nan was 28 —and was also hard of hearing. That evening Nan and I chatted for a bit 29.
“If you’re okay,” I said, “I think I’ll turn in.” Before I 30, I made sure the baby monitor was working.
“Good night, Nan,” I said. I 31 my stick and headed out the door. “See you tomorrow,” Nan called behind me. I locked the door and 32 my way home.
Several minutes 33 I heard a sound. It was Nan on the 34 . “Jim! Jim!” I heard over the monitor. “The house is 35 ! Help! ”
I went as 36 as I could to Debbie’s. I got to the front door. I could 37 a heavy, thick smoke. I put my hand on the doorknob(门把手), and reached for my key and 38 the door. “Here, Jim. Help!” Her voice was weak.
“Let’s get out of here!” I shouted. Grabbing her hand, I started to move on. I tapped with my cane 39 we found the front door. We felt our way down the steps, 40 in the sweet, fresh summer air, and to the gate of her yard. Thank you, Lord. We’re all safe.