Apparently I can’t recognize the sound of gunfire.
E did, right away. I just thought it was firecrackers. Lots of them. Going off very, very quickly. And then helicopters, which are still flying overhead now.
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Early the next morning: I wondered what it would be like to go down to the street, if I would be able to tell that something happened. Yes. Our block is sectioned off, guarded on both ends by officers. Inside the lines of the yellow do-not-cross crime-scene tape, the block itself is mostly quiet, though there is a throng of people in one spot, more yellow tape there. Outside the crime-scene tape are the people looking, and lights, and activity, especially to the south. I walked north, aware of people watching me. An officer guarding the police line yelled at me for walking on the sidewalk. “On the street, miss!” he yelled. So I walked down the middle of the street toward the barricade. Then the officer lifted the line of tape so I could duck under and go through. “Have a nice day,” he said.