I thought, Mom, please don’t. I was sure she was about to tell a boy with a badge that she used to work for the sheriff, and he was going to laugh at that too, the same little laugh through his nose, and I was going to have to sit there and listen to it.
He did it for the joke. I am sure of that. He wanted it on the air so everybody could laugh with him.
He turned his chin to his shoulder and pressed his thumb on the microphone clipped there.
“Kessler, Fourteen.”
A young woman’s voice came back, quick and bright. “Fourteen, go ahead.”
“Yeah, I’m still out on Six with that traffic stop. I’ve got a lady out here with a homemade license who wants me to say her name on the air for her.” He laughed into it. “Says it’s Shirley Hagen.”
