Domestic Disturbance [Hey, You!]

Illustration by Bob Aul

You were the cop who rang the bell and knocked on my door early on a weekday morning. You were out on a domestic disturbance call, you said, and wanted to make sure everything was okay. Behind you were two police cars, ready to handle what was surely a volatile situation. Except you were at the wrong house. I let you know the male voice yelling loudly probably came from one of the houses on either side of mine. They yell a lot, I told you, but it was probably coming from that house this time. You looked a bit confused and concerned, but you left anyway. I hope you did find the source of the disturbance, and I hope you did talk to him—just as loudly as he “talks” to his kids.

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