It’s like watching reality TV. Police officers are escorting Crazy Lady from her trash-filled house. Grownups, some still in bathrobes and carrying coffee, gather to watch.
“My babies, we can’t leave my babies.” She struggles.
A female cop stops them. Crazy Lady picks up a cardboard box and points at me. The officer looks inside then brings it over.
“Evelyn says you’ll be a good mom.”
I look inside the box. Three pairs of eyes look back.
Now everyone is watching me.
Suddenly it’s real.