Omigod

[poliphilo]

A stone just bounced off the window. Omigod. Three tiny little boys. Out I storm, looking neither to left nor to right.

Accomplice: It was him (points)

Perpetrator: It was an accident.

But the perpetrator has made the mistake of running straight home so I ring the door bell.

I am choking with fear, rage, whatever, but trying not to show it. Poor woman. She is skinny and grey and has scabs on her face. A drug user? More than likely. She apologizes and thanks me for telling her and says she'll ground the perp. I thank her back. As I walk away I hear her screaming at him and feel sorry for them both.

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[ibid.livejournal.com]

That is SAD.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

An hour later there was a knock on the door and there were the three little boys offering their apologies. I guess mum had sent them...

[ibid.livejournal.com]

I just hope the worst they got was a bollocking and having to apologise if Mum was in a bad way.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I hope so too.