Naturally my thoughts were "Now what the fuck have I done!" On the way to his office I looked around and I didn't see Andrea and I wondered if that ha... something to do with the summons. Then I thought it couldn't be bad because I was tight enough with Marge that she would have clued me in. Wouldn't she? I turned around and went back to the west windows and looked out. I didn't see any police cars. Not even one that looked like an unmarked one.I knocked twice on the office door and heard "Come". Kayla son dropped his spoon on the kitchen table. He looked just like his father. I heard Kayla husband groan as he spotted me in his bath robe. He turned his head to watch his wife pull out a chair, at the head of the table. I then sat down. Kayla walked over to make me some eggs. Who are you? Why do you have my Dads bathrobe on? said Kayla Son. Dont you mind. Keep eating you cereal. Jimmy! said Kayla. I smiled. I then watched Kayla husband reach into his front pocket. He pulled out his wallet. His white shirt was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such that it was, brush across him. “You’re in decent shape too,” the attendant said looking up from the pump. He had let his jumpsuit open as he bent over. However, this time he didn’t bother to pull it closed as he chatted. The boy slept in a room behind the station. “Don’t say anything … it’s not legal I guess, but I got it in exchange for working this shift.” John’s. I helped feed and change the kids and in a few short weeks they were calling me “daddy” and it was beginning to feel real good. Corazon got more calls for tending to customers with an itch than did the older Dulcina but she bent to the task with a stiff upper lip and the right attitude to earn a tip for a job well done. Dulcina being older had seniority and we both acceded to her wishes most of the time.Once there was a shooting downstairs and the bullets came right through the floor narrowly.