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Los Banos,
The bathrooms?
and grumpy white men wearing baseball caps, khakis, and cargo shorts.
So, which is it? Khakis or cargo shorts?
I thought about Keely Butler as I walked to my car—about her loss, her anger, that chili. None of it was good.
Hah!
Using a dining room chair as a ladder, I screwed in one of the swing-bar door guards on the front door—just out of Mom’s reach—and did the same with a second latch on the kitchen door. If she wanted to get out, she’d need a chair and gumption.
I guess your house can't catch fire? Or are you willing to risk that guilt bomb if your Mom dies while trapped in a flaming house that YOU made escape-proof?
London shrugged. She dug around in her purse, a junky Neverfull filled with tangled charging cords, scrunchies, a copper-colored perfume bottle, and random dollar bills. “You’ve already made a decision about who we are here.” She didn’t find what she’d been looking for.
Ooh. Metaphor.
The incident report characterized the weapon as a 9mm gun.
Swing and a miss. It would never be described that way.
Thug had become shorthand for anyone darker than a dinner roll.
“I also have a service revolver, so I’d need ammo for .45s too.”
.45 revolvers exist, but they're rare. Certainly not "service revolvers" for LAPD.
