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Even the few seconds it takes to dig for the hardkey in the bottom of the bowl on the windowsill feel like forever. I know I’m over-reacting, but I can’t shake the sight of that clear barrier of permaglass between my son and I. Hurricane-resistant Plastene, capable of stopping a bullet, impervious to scratches, scrapes and dings, it will never need to be replaced. That’s what the condo agent said.
He also said every window was set a full 6 inches into the Solicrete framing, and proven to withstand everything up to a small mortar shell. At the time, it didn’t seem to matter to me that we were just outside Boston, not Beirut.
I know for damn sure he didn’t say it would also be more than enough to keep a father from his son.
Where’s that goddamn key!