The police drove up our alley late this evening, questioning our whereabouts and leaving me with a false sense of security. My mother's convertible had been parked out front in the pouring rain all day and we had just decided to move it under the carport. As she toweled off the front seat, I turned to see the patrol car clearing the corner. While the sound of cracking gravel drew closer and closer, I prepared a mental equation to balance the situation: (two Latina women) + one crouched half way into a BMW convertible - the other--appearing to stand guard + dressed in a heavy overcoat and baseball cap = light questioning recommended.
An officer leaned out the passenger window, "Hello ladies, everything ok here this evening?" Peering under my now suspicious ball cap, "oh yes, we're just drying off the inside of the car," I replied. "Alllrightly then..." he said through the car's continuous roll. I could see the cop continue to stare at me through the side mirror until he turned his head, his blond hair catching fluorescent light. And they drove off, slowly up the alley, disappearing into the night rain. "Is it ok that they're patrolling?" my mom asked, her nose scrunched under her glasses. "Yeah.....they do it all the time." I said. "I mean.....its better to see them than to not....see them....right?"
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