Tyler shifted his weight.
“I was serious.”
“I believe you were.”
I wanted to slide beneath the welcome mat.
That surprised me.
Bruce rested his forearms on his knees.
“But police don’t come because everything feels unfair.”
Tyler frowned. “Police fix unfair things.”
Officer Bruce glanced at me.
I shrugged helplessly.
“I told him police help people.”
“Police fix unfair things.”
“Mom said if something bad happens, you call police,” Tyler added.
“That’s true,” Officer Bruce admitted. “But being disappointed isn’t the same thing as being unsafe.”
Tyler stared at him.
The officer continued, “If your mom says you can’t have ice cream until after dinner, that’s disappointing.”
“Very.”
“Mom said if something bad happens, you call police.”
“But it isn’t an emergency.”
Tyler didn’t look convinced.
Officer Bruce tilted his head.
“What was unfair about waiting?”
Tyler’s answer came slower this time.
