 Well, we used to listen to the radio and the news all the time. My house was like the background music of our lives, but not that day. And there were no cell phones. There was no calling list. I walked home from school five blocks. I rang the doorbell. I still remember the look on her face, like, did they throw you out of school? What happened? And I said what I said in the poem, and I still remember the look on her face. She could not.