in the cafe
The Mammy and me in a cafe.
A male drug addict wheels a boy child past us in a buggy.
The boy child is blonde haired and beautiful.
The druggy bangs the buggy off several chairs.
Presently the buggy is upside down with the child underneath.
The Mammy says warningly: "Don't do anything."
I am sitting in a little pool of stillness.
Cafe staff rush to help the drug addict turn the buggy the right way up.
The Mammy says: "It's as bad as all the crimes the liberals lay at the door of the church, isn't it? Leaving a child in the care of the likes of that."
I nod grimly.
"And no one sees what that child goes through at home tonight," I murmur. "Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after."
A male drug addict wheels a boy child past us in a buggy.
The boy child is blonde haired and beautiful.
The druggy bangs the buggy off several chairs.
Presently the buggy is upside down with the child underneath.
The Mammy says warningly: "Don't do anything."
I am sitting in a little pool of stillness.
Cafe staff rush to help the drug addict turn the buggy the right way up.
The Mammy says: "It's as bad as all the crimes the liberals lay at the door of the church, isn't it? Leaving a child in the care of the likes of that."
I nod grimly.
"And no one sees what that child goes through at home tonight," I murmur. "Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after."
posted by heelers | 3:14 AM
1 Comments:
A very sad story, James. Is there no way to find out the druggie's identity and alert some authorities about the mistreatment of the child? At the least, we must keep the child in our prayers.
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