Three years ago, my phone rang in the middle of the night

 Three years ago, my phone rang in the middle of the night. I saw it was Katie and answered the way any mom of a college kid would: “Are you okay?”

She said, “I think so?”
It sounded more like a question than an answer, and I shot straight up in bed.
She told me she had just gotten home and heard a strange, high-pitched noise coming from somewhere in the house. She thought it might be a carbon monoxide alarm and didn’t know what to do. She had only been living in the little rental house for less than a week.
I told her to go outside and call the town’s non-emergency line. A minute later, she texted me: “Fire department’s coming.”
A few minutes after that, my phone rang again. Before I could even say hello, I heard her laughing.
“It was a valve in the toilet!” she said between bursts of laughter. “In the water tank — it got stuck and was basically screaming.”
When the firemen arrived, they also thought it was a carbon monoxide alarm at first. They tested the air, found the levels were fine, and then walked around trying to figure out what was making the noise. Since the house was so small, it didn’t take long to figure out it was coming from the bathroom. They helped her fix it, and everything was fine.
She thanked them at the door. And this is the part I love the most, even though I wasn’t there.
As the firefighters were leaving, Katie said, “Thank you so much for coming,” and then, because she was raised to always offer guests something to drink, she panicked and tried to think of what she had to give them. She finally said:
“Wait! Can I get you anything? Like a glass of water? Or … a White Claw?”
They thanked her, turned down the drink, and left laughing.