For
a while in December—maybe a couple of weeks—a cop car would sit out by
the park, half a block away from us. It would arrive around sundown and
stay for three or four hours, reds and blues flashing the whole time.
Occasionally we’d peer out the kitchen or study window.
“It’s still there.”
“Cops still there?”
“Cops are still there.”
One night it didn’t come. We haven’t seen it since.