This might come as a surprise to you, but basically I freaked out. I had been out walking, too, so I ran home and told my roommates what happened.
I decided to call 911, foolishly thinking that there was some magic button that the Dallas police could press to get in touch with the Philadelphia police. This was not the case. They had to call Information. Let me tell you, when the man you want to marry has just been robbed and you don’t know if he is hurt or bleeding or dead on a sidewalk, it's really frustrating to hear "What city, please?" AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
While I was on the phone with Dallas police, one roommate called my brother and sister-in-law, who lived less than a mile from Jeff, and told them what happened. They called the Philly police and then headed over to Jeff's house.
My other roommate looked up a phone number for the Germantown police station online and called them.
While I was freaking out, the whole ordeal was already over for Jeff. The guy took Jeff's phone and $11, but he dropped a quarter and a lighter, which Jeff kept. Not exactly a fair trade. After the guy ran away, Jeff just calmly walked home, realizing that he needed to call me and let me know he was okay. And he figured he'd call the police.
What he didn't know was that I was already in action. The police had already been called and were on their way, as were Jon and Alison. He said it never occurred to him that people would already be in motion, making sure he was okay.
It was eight minutes from the time our call ended to the time I talked to him again. It was the longest eight minutes of my life.
I wanted to see him so bad after that. We talked a little that night, until I calmed down. Luckily, he was coming to Dallas the very next day already. He didn't have a phone anymore, so we couldn't talk or text like we normally do, so I basically heard nothing from him that day until he walked off the plane and into my arms.
The date: October 5th.
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When Jeff was saying, "Just take the money," I thought he was saying, "Just take the money and don't shoot me."
Actually, Jeff had taken the cash out of his wallet and was trying to convince the guy to just take the cash and not the whole wallet. And since dude had a gun in one hand and Jeff's phone in the other, he decided his hands were too full to argue much.
I remember that night vividly. We went over to the Duffys, as is, even though I was already in my jammies. As we drove up, we saw that the trusty Philadelphia police were already on the scene and there wasn't much we could do. We sat with Brian out of the stoop of the Duffy house while Jeff talked with the cops. What a night.
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