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When I got to the station to pick up Sawyer, I found him sleeping peacefully in the jail cell. Officer Winslow smiled and said, “He insisted. Said he was going to jail for hitting his Baba.”
I laughed. “He plays that way a lot, but now we’re going to have to up our game. Not sure the pantry is going to stand up as a jail against an actual cell.” I watched my son for a moment to see. “Officer Winslow, do you mind letting me know when he wakes up? I need to talk to Santiago.”
“Of course. It’s kind of soothing to hear his little breaths over there,” she said. “And please, call me Savannah. I think we’re past the need for formalities”
“Savannah, then. Thanks.” I smiled as I passed her and decided I would ask Lucille if she could make her some of her famous shortbread. This woman had hel
