Ambrose
Once Philip and his mother were settled into the backseat of the patrol car, Officer Ruiz issued a warning to stay put, then he left. The now familiar sounds of sirens, gunshots, and general anarchy surrounded them.
“That officer should be ashamed of himself,” Mother said in a huff. “Imagine, arresting two seniors.” Then, “Sorry, dear, I meant two middle-aged people like us.”
“Thank you again, Mother.”
“We’re not under arrest,” someone said from the front seat.
A dark brown eye peered out from between the front seats. “Officer Ruiz put you in here for safekeeping.”
Mother jabbed Philip in the ribs. Despite their perilous circumstances, the grit and dirt on their clothes and the dark smudges on their faces, they broke into laughter.
“Safekeeping,” Mother said. “You’re kidding
