We can hear the
cops taking the cuffs off of the two boys. Diane immediately starts in with the
rules of the house. She also explains to the cops that she is not used to
having children brought to the house handcuffed.
The cops explain that it is procedure and that these two boys need to be watched really closely. “If I had my way,” says one of the cops “they would be in prison for a long time.”
The cops explain that it is procedure and that these two boys need to be watched really closely. “If I had my way,” says one of the cops “they would be in prison for a long time.”
“Great,” I think
to myself, if I didn’t feel safe living here before this makes me less sure.
“It’s becoming a group home from Albany,” Nick loudly whispers again. Sharon
glares at him and punches her own hand. I’m beginning to wonder what happened
to Nick at an Albany group home.
As Diane bids goodbye to the cops and heads to the stairs we all
scatter back to our rooms. Ten minutes later there is a knock at my door. It’s
Diane with Mike. Diane doesn’t wait to be asked in but opens the door and
sticks her head in. “I have a new roommate for you,” she says with a smile on
her face. Now she steps in the room and swings the door open. Placing both arms
out like she just did a magic trick she announces “Ta-da” and I see Mike
standing there.
This ferocious villain stands at about 4’3, soft hazel eyes, curly
hair and a swimmers body. He reminds me of a Botticelli angel. His eyes are on
the floor and I notice one of his shoe laces is undone. Mike‘s eyes slowly come
up to meet mine and a shy smile crosses his face. There must be some mistake
that this boy arrived in handcuffs at the door. I got a quick glimpse of Dennis
from the top of the stairs and I have to say that he looks like a felon in
training to me.
“Hi,” says Mike and he quickly steps in the room. He takes a look
around and I can see him making a mental note of what’s in here. I make a quick
mental note to see if I have anything of value in my stuff that I need to hide.
Walking over to far side of the room he sits down on the bed and places his
hands on either side. He then looks up at me smiles and asks “Mind if I sleep
here?”
“You two are going to get along famously,” Diane says and walks out of
the room.
Mike begins to tell me the story of how he met Dennis and that Dennis
has the IQ of a five year old. Dennis also just does things without thinking
and it tends to get him in trouble. Dennis once stole a car but didn’t know it
was wrong he just did it. Mike and I begin to talk for hours and soon we are
told that it’s “lights out.”
I show Mike to the bathroom and go back into the bedroom to get ready
for bed. Several minutes later Mike returns to the room, stands by his bed and
strips down to his underwear.
He looks more like a wrestler than a swimmer now
to me; I can see the muscles on his forearms and legs. He glances over at me
and smiles again. Then he reaches out and turns off the light.
The room is bathed in darkness and silence. Twenty minutes later I can
feel my covers being pulled down as Mike slips in bed next to me. “Mind if I
sleep here?” he whispers in my ear. I reach across under the covers and I can
feel that he has removed all his clothes.
To be continued……….
Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writing "A Day in the Life". It can not be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.
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