But outside the door, Officer Nelson said, "Hate to tell ya, but the guy's got a point."
Aunt Vivian paused. "What?"
"Sorry," Officer Nelson said. "City property and all."
My aunt gave a long-suffering sigh. "I don't believe this."
Officer Nelson asked, "So, you want the ride or not?"
"Oh, fine," my aunt muttered, "since this tattooed freak won't let us in."
Ignoring the insult, the freak-in-question pointed to something beside the porch. "There's the hose. Have at it."
A moment later, I heard stomping down the front steps, followed by the telltale sounds of water running, more bickering, and finally, car-doors slamming.
And then, at last, I heard the sound of a car – the police car, obviously – driving slowly away.
I felt myself smile.Good riddance.
