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of View Series Part 12 -- Going to get Daddy (A casual observer's POV) Man, I have been in some police stations in my time, but this one takes the cake. Family law has just taken on an entirely different meaning for me in the last fifteen minutes. Confused? Join the club. Amused? I am. I was sitting here minding my own business, waiting for this yahoo to finish typing up my arrest report and eyeing the hottie in the Armani suit shackled to a desk similar to mine, when a whirling dervish flew into the police department. . A VERY pregnant woman came blowing into the room, pushing a stroller with two other little tykes, and a puppy in tow. She was also clad in Armani and the first thing that crossed my mind was "Commissioner's wife." Imagine my surprise when she strolled up to Mr. Dimples and plunked a baby and a bottle in his arms. Ok, pissed-off wife, I can buy that. Wrong again on my part. Not about the wife part, but wrong about the fact that that was ALL she was. Apparently she is also his attorney. The cop typing up "hottie's" arrest report must have said something she didn't like, cause damn! she fixed him with an evil eye I haven't seen since the last time I read an Evanovich novel and shuddered at the image of Joe's grandmother. After making quick work of the cop and also putting the fear of God in her husband over some remark he made, she turned to another guy. This one was obviously a detective, and I thought she would have trouble with him, but it never got that far. Probably a good thing, he looked scared. During this whole escapade, the family dog escaped and the oldest one started screaming "Dammit, where are you?" I was a little surprised to hear a kid that age using that kind of language, but then I started laughing when I realized that was the dogs name. Things were in an uproar now, what with the two oldest ones looking for the dog, the youngest two screaming at the top of their lungs, and the dog howling like there was a full moon. I got the impression this was standard operating procedure for this family, because the mom and dad were just exchanging quips and barbs about whose fault it was that there were two more on the way as they calmed the babies and then corralled the other two. The dog was finally located and just when it seemed that calm was about to return to the squad room, the dog bolted and tripped up a lab technician, who dropped the days' evidence down the front of the detective's obviously new outfit. I thought he would probably blow a gasket, but he just told the attorney/mom/wife/terminator that he had to get out of his ruined threads, and hightailed it out of the PCPD like Otis being set free from the Mayberry jail. The attorney began looking for a new victim, and while she was sniffing out her prey, the oldest kid waltzed over and seemed to size me up in a single glance. "How come you're handcuffed to that desk?" "Cause these guys are morons." "Yeah, that's what my mommy and daddy say about them too." "Your mommy and daddy are very smart." "So, what did you do?" "Nothing, but they arrested me for stalking." She wrinkled her nose and bit her lip, like she was trying to solve something in her head. "Stalkings? I wear those sometimes. Am I gonna get arrested too?" Who is this kid? "Kristin Adella Davis-Corinthos, get over here right now and leave that nice lady alone," the mother called sternly. She was a little snide when she said the word "nice." Go ahead lady, I may be "locked up," but at least I know how to not get "knocked up." God, I crack myself up sometimes. "Bye lady." "See ya round Kristin Adella." "Ok, and you can call me Ellie." "Will do, Ellie." She was pretty cute; I had to admit. "Ok lady, sign this and we'll head down to lock up." I looked over my arrest report. "Hey genius, my name is not Sandra, it's Sondra."
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