June spotted the Highway Patrol car parked in her driveway; she stopped and walked over.
“Officer?”
“You live here, ma’am?”
“Yes, what’s the trouble, officer?”
“Your name?”
“June Viren.”
“Please spell that last name?”
“V-i-r-e-n.” Her neck turned red as he scribbled.
“DOB?”
“What?”
“Date of birth.”
“What’s this about?”
“Someone robbed the feed mill, escaped on foot near here. We’re checking with residents.”
“You could’ve said that first. I’m coming home from a 10-hour shift; I know nothing about this. And my DOB’s my business unless you want to send me flowers when I celebrate it.”
June was hot.
“Officer?”
“You live here, ma’am?”
“Yes, what’s the trouble, officer?”
“Your name?”
“June Viren.”
“Please spell that last name?”
“V-i-r-e-n.” Her neck turned red as he scribbled.
“DOB?”
“What?”
“Date of birth.”
“What’s this about?”
“Someone robbed the feed mill, escaped on foot near here. We’re checking with residents.”
“You could’ve said that first. I’m coming home from a 10-hour shift; I know nothing about this. And my DOB’s my business unless you want to send me flowers when I celebrate it.”
June was hot.
