“The burglars went through my dresser upstairs in the bedroom and stole some old coins and jewelry and a set of my dad’s handcuffs. When I called the cops they came up and looked but did not check for fingerprints anyplace or collect blood samples from the bedroom window. My dad was a Cop at Sultan, Washington Police Department, and about 1990 he was killed in a terrible collision with a drunk driver one night while he was on patrol. Our family was in shock and thank God my dad’s life insurance paid for his funeral and covered most of our living expenses. My mom bought a house here in Wheatland,” she continued.
“We survived on my dad’s survivor retirement plan and never went hungry,” she explained.
“When I turned twenty-one my mom gave me the pair of Dad’s old handcuffs and his service r
