“The Neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for years.”
I sat on the front porch confused and thinking, “This just isn’t fair. Why are the police at Mrs. Pauley’s house? All of her furniture is sitting on the sidewalk What’s gonna happen to Mrs. Pauley?”
As these things raised through my mind, I said, “Gotta call Mama at work and let her know what’s happening.”
When they finally got Mama on the phone, I said, “The police are at Mrs. Pauley’s house. Can you come home now?”
“Boy, I told you to never call me at work with none of your mess,” Mama said.
That didn’t work. But, maybe, I can talk to the police. I’m scared and they probably won’t listen. I’m gonna ask them anyway, “Mr. Policeman can you leave Mrs. Pauley at my house? When mama gets home from work, we can call one of her children.”
The police patted my head, saying, “That’s nice of you young man. You are a child and your mother isn’t home so I can’t leave her with you. Since she has nowhere to go, we e will take her to the station. Tell your mama she can come down and pick her up when she gets off work.”
When I told, Mama that Mrs. Pauley was at the police station, she said, “Boy, I thought you were telling another one of your stories just to get me home early. See what happens when you tell tales.”
She grabbed her purse and the two of us rushed out to pick up Mrs. Pauley.