Sunday morning 3:5oAM.
Fifteen minutes later two police cars are driving slowly down my street spotlighting houses and yards. Inspecting our stucco? I think about opening the curtains and dancing, but best not. Finding no one waving a gun around they speed off.
Don't know about you but those Crown Vic engines roaring around really make me feel safe. I hear them retreat, some distant sirens and then nothing. Still. Quiet. Dead.
No way I can go back to sleep.
Somebody's gonna find somebody dead tomorrow somewhere. Coco