Out of the fire, into the mansion

The owner of an about-to-be opened inn in Center Moriches sees the blaze at the Waldon Pond adult development–the orange flames bursting in the black sky.

My friend, Marlene, narrowly escapes being burnt to death  in her upstairs apartment. She’s on the sidewalk in only her pajamas. The Red Cross comes, gives her vouchers for Burger King and for a motel. On her cell phone, Marlene begins to call surrounding motels.

Meanwhile, the owner of the soon-to-be-opened inn sees her fourth rerun of the fire on TV. Coincidentally, Marlene calls her. She’s so moved that she allows Marlene to stay at the inn for an unbelievably reduced rate.

Magic? This was me visiting Marlene. We felt as if we were in the afterlife.  We’re flying. Who knows how to reverse a photo?