Page 29 of Havoc
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Pulling up I see a police car sitting outside of the house.
Shit.
I walk up the steps and immediately see Amy at the door. “Miss Chrissy!” She opens the door for me and I see a nasty toking burn on her arm. I’m going to guess this is why I’m here.
Walking into the house I see Joe and the officers sitting on the couches in the living room. “Hi, Christina Evanson, I’m the Dean’s social worker. I shake the officers’ hands.
“It’s really nothing. I was just telling the officers that it was all an accident. I had been boiling pasta and when I was carrying the pot to the sink Amy ran across the kitchen and some of it spilled over the side of the pot and got her on the arm. I always tell them about running in the house.” Mr. Dean looks over at me and I feel like he’s telling the truth. I’ve never had any issue with this family and I was just about to move them to having their visits further apart because they’re always good whenever I come here.
“Apparently a neighbor saw the girl’s arm and when she told her that her daddy did it, she called us,” the officer relays to me and now I get it. Amy is little and probably didn’t think saying the whole situation was a big deal.
Normally it wouldn’t be.
“Okay, well, if you gentlemen want I can write up the report for this and forward it to you so you can file one.” Offering to do paperwork will always get you a friend in law enforcement.
“That would be great ma’am.” The officers get up giving me a quick nod and then leave.
“It really was an accident.” Joe stands up and gives Amy a hug.
“I believe that, I really do. We just need to be very careful right now. Too many accidents in a row can look like a pattern and we don’t want to go into that territory. I’ll write up a report for you.” I bend down in front of Amy. “And you little miss need to stop running in the house, especially the kitchen.”
“Okay, Miss Chrissy.” She gives me a hug.
I leave the house thankful that this was an accident and not some horrible incident that I had to walk in on. I’ve had those calls where you get to the house and you can smell the blood from the sidewalk. It’s terrible, what’s even worse are the kids stuck in those situations.
