My Feelings

The cops from a neighboring town, called me late one cold winter evening in 1995; they had picked up my 15 year-old daughter hanging out with some trouble-making kids, and they had been busted for being in a building that they weren't supposed to be in. No vandalism was involved. Would I please come and and get her? The cops had thrown them all together into the only holding cell they had available.
So I asked the cop; "can I leave her there for night?"
I mean she's only 15, but she needs better friends. So, you know, Ima thinking let her spend some time thinking about it, cuz I can't be watching over her all the time.
Cop says no, "she's sobbing, I better come."
Alrightee-then, Ima thinking sobbing is a good sign.
So I let her stew for a couple of hours, got dressed up as a hillbilly, and off I go.
My oh my that girl was happy to see me, even dressed the way I was. And you know what? She divorced those friends and got better ones; Halleluyah! Lesson learned.