Sitting in Em’s Kitchen, at 975 Hawthorne Ave., I waited uneasily for the police officers to arrive. I twiddled my thumbs, sipped on my coffee and imagined what this forty-five minute conversation would consist of.
Sitting in Em’s Kitchen, at 975 Hawthorne Ave., I waited uneasily for the police officers to arrive. I twiddled my thumbs, sipped on my coffee and imagined what this forty-five minute conversation would consist of.