Safe
I asked Larry if it would be safe to park the Cadillac on the street and he said
someone might break a window, but he didn't think anyone was sophisticated enough
to steal it.
I noticed that when we went somewhere in his car, he had a bar
that you lock through the steering wheel, to keep someone from stealing your car.
What a way to live.
I don't lock my car doors at home. I don't even lock
my door doors.
* * *
After supper, Larry and Hazel told about leaving New Orleans with Hazel's
90-year-old mother, and their Scotty dog, Amanda, who barked at black people, stopping
for gas in Gonzalez, a police car with a bunch of pickaninnies in it, and two policemen,
was, instead of reporting for duty, fleeing the city.
Whoo-oo, be careful
what you say. They are armed.
And Dr. Bob was severely beaten by the police,
who claimed they thought he was a looter.
And a couple of men were shot in
the back in self-defense by the police.
Rather, several policemen were being
tried for shooting a couple of men.
Hazel said they drove by the bridge where
that happened and saw a woman dragging a cardboard box with three babies in it.
Where was she going?
Where could she go?
* * *
That night, we slept in the guesthouse, behind the main house.
A
rose bush grew up over the second floor.
The trunk was as big around as my
arm.