Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

are perfectly fine now.”

“I knew it,” he said, handing the paper back to me. “I told the others that Brenda was just rushing things.”

“Thank you for looking out for me,” I said.

“Of course,” he said, smiling. “We need you on Elm Street.”

“I am not going anywhere,” I said.

I turned the brass key in the lock and opened my front door.

“Goodnight, Harold,” I continue reading …