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botias"The police are driving really slow around the block." The Mister gave me a heads up on his cell before he left this morning. "Lock the back door."
Earlier this week The Mister made peace with one of the hoarding cat ladies. Sadly, things weren't going well in the tent in their back yard. At first, it seemed like a positive development or at least a neutral one when a sturdy young woman moved in, driving away the final remnant of the brawling, drug-dealing, three-ring circus that was evicted from across the street some moons ago. While the guy had seemed fairly benign despite his origins, I assumed that she must have had some sort of grounds. But then one of the local urchins knocked on our door. It seems that the sturdy young woman does not always use her brawn for good, far from it.
SYW had menaced her girlfriend and the HCLs gave the girl the keys to one of their cars so that she could get away from her. SYW revealed herself to be very bad, battering one of the elderly women for intervening and stealing her phone so that she couldn't call the police. Later, HCL told me that she asked the urchin to go for help in the aftermath of the attack, suggesting different homes where he might apply. He replied that he was banned from each. (The police this morning might have been cruising for him. He tends to skip school—and home.) Then she suggested ours. I'm too soft-hearted to ban him.
The Mister went out and helped her and gave her his cell to call the police. Later he told me that she worked as a social worker in Alabama before she moved out here to take care of her sister. "I got into social work because I like to help people," she said. "In all my years I've never had anyone turn on me like that." SYW has been apprehended and charged with felonies.
Earlier this week The Mister made peace with one of the hoarding cat ladies. Sadly, things weren't going well in the tent in their back yard. At first, it seemed like a positive development or at least a neutral one when a sturdy young woman moved in, driving away the final remnant of the brawling, drug-dealing, three-ring circus that was evicted from across the street some moons ago. While the guy had seemed fairly benign despite his origins, I assumed that she must have had some sort of grounds. But then one of the local urchins knocked on our door. It seems that the sturdy young woman does not always use her brawn for good, far from it.
SYW had menaced her girlfriend and the HCLs gave the girl the keys to one of their cars so that she could get away from her. SYW revealed herself to be very bad, battering one of the elderly women for intervening and stealing her phone so that she couldn't call the police. Later, HCL told me that she asked the urchin to go for help in the aftermath of the attack, suggesting different homes where he might apply. He replied that he was banned from each. (The police this morning might have been cruising for him. He tends to skip school—and home.) Then she suggested ours. I'm too soft-hearted to ban him.
The Mister went out and helped her and gave her his cell to call the police. Later he told me that she worked as a social worker in Alabama before she moved out here to take care of her sister. "I got into social work because I like to help people," she said. "In all my years I've never had anyone turn on me like that." SYW has been apprehended and charged with felonies.
