Today a little boy was run over and killed in front of our house.
We were home at the time. My daughter was home from school with a cold. It was just before 8 AM. We heard nothing. A woman in a SUV crushed him under the wheels of her car not thirty feet from our front door. I discovered this only after the police had arrived. I came out to my lawn and asked what had happened. A nice female officer looked pained but gave me the basic news that there had been an accident involving a child being struck by the car parked in the road in front of me. I asked if the child would be okay. The police officer just looked at me sympathetically, but said she didn't know. Her face told me more. Her face said what had just happened was terrible and a tragedy, but that she was at work so she couldn't say this. That's what her face said. There was an older woman in her fifties, maybe, on the other side of the road. She was surrounded sympathetically by onlookers. She was seated in a folding chair. Nobody else was. She was talking a