When two intruders broke in her house, she made one of them help her into her robe before she would talk to them. She gave them eleven dollars, telling them, “That’s enough!” They thanked her when they left, telling her to “have a nice day.” She told the police officers later, “They were polite and had been raised right
I think this story sums Mother up better than anything else. She gets rattled over little things, but is a rock when something huge challenges her.
I got a call from her after midnight. “I’m okay. Don’t panic. The police are on the way! I just wanted to let you know someone kicked my door down!” You can imagine the horror and shock that message sent through me, imagining my poor little mother at the mercy of God only knows who, not even a door against the night. Bud and I flew over.
By the time we got there, police officers were there investigating. Her shattered front door was propped up on her front porch, splintered wood splayed around her living room. Mother had coffee ready for us. (I told you she was calm in a storm.) She had been sleeping when awakened by two young guys dressed in black, with black ski masks, one brandishing a baseball bat. The nearest advanced down the hall, demanding her purse. She cooperated, but asked, “Can you get me my robe? It’s hanging on a hook on the bathroom door. I can’t be walking around in front of you with no robe.”
He agreed, getting the robe, helping her into it since she was having a little trouble with her shoulder, probably sorry he’d ever started this. His partner laid down the bat, thank God, demanding her purse.
Fearing he’d think she was going for a gun, she said, “It’s on that shelf.” He bumbled and found her library books in a bag, ready for return.
“These are just books.”
“Just behind them.
This time he found her wallet. Digging through it, he was dismayed to find only eleven dollars. “Is this all?”
“Yes, I only have that because I was going to buy gas tomorrow. I never keep cash. It’s too dangerous!” Truer words were never spoken. She usually has to dig in her car to find change for a coke, preferring to bum off whoever she is with. It’s a wonder she didn’t ask the robbers for money for a coke while she had them there.
“What about your bank card?”
She said she gave him a disgusted look, thinking, “Now, that’s going too far. Eleven dollars is enough!”
They must have realized their business with her was complete, turning to leave. Before going down the steps, the one who’d helped her into her robe returned for his bat, telling her, “Have a nice day.” As they walked toward the door, she thanked them for not hurting her.
She summed the whole story up for the officers, promising to get in touch if she remembered anything else. “I don’t think they ever meant to hurt me. They were both as polite as could be. I think their mother raised them right.”
I am so glad she did. (to be continued)