Dial 911 for Gladys

Sarah picked up the phone. "I'd like to report a breakin," she said. On the other end of the phone, Gladys Brewer was confused. "S-Sarah?" *Why is she calling* **me**, Gladys asked herself. *To make fat jokes?* "How do you know my name?" Gladys noticed that Sarah sounded shocked, but not mean like she normally was. "H-how do you know my phone number?" "Is this 911?" asked Sarah. Gladys hesitated. "N-no." That answer felt wrong somehow. "Oh no!" Gladys gasped as she looked down at herself and saw ...