Let The Adults Talk
This happened when I was about 10 years old. It’s about my mom’s ex-friend, Patty. One day there’s a knock at the door and my mom goes and opens it to find Patty’s son John, who was only about 5 years old at the time. His mom is sitting in the car in our driveway, and he’s just standing there by himself. My mom says, “Hey there John, what brings you guys here today?”
Little John then replies, “Mom said to ask if you have a can.” My mom says, “A can? Like a soda can?” John says, “I dunno. She said she needs a can so she can smoke her crack.” My mom fumes with anger over this. She says, “John, go inside and play. Close the door and don’t look outside.” So John comes in and I put some cartoons on for him to watch.
I then peek out the window whilst he is occupied with the show. My mom is screaming at Patty through her open car window. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but they were both screaming at each other. And then my mom punches Patty in the face through the open window, pulls open her door, drags her out of the car onto the driveaway pavement by her hair and beats the everloving sin out of the woman.
After she finally lets Patty go, Patty gets up, gets into her car and drives away, with her son still in our house. Luckily, my mom was friends with Patty’s brother-in-law and she called him, who in turn called the kid’s grandpa to come and pick him up as he himself was at work. Grandpa apologized profusely for Patty’s behavior and took John home with him.