The other day, Mari was using my restroom while I was down the hall painting. I heard her hollering for someone/something. Uncle James was "the closest relative in case of emergency".
He walked to the bathroom doorway and asked if she needed anything. She declined and explained that she was just fine.
As he came back down the hall, he yelled his report, "False alarm!".
A few moments later, Mari appeared from the bathroom. She was snapping her pants with rinsed hands, but desperately needed to know: "Who called me a 'false alarm'?"
