CHAPTER SEVEN
Bosco and Faith slowly walked outside the apartment building after taking a burglary report from a 62-year-old woman. The day was sunny and warm and both felt in high spirits for the unexpected good weather.
"Can you believe that?" Bosco laughed. "This lady's grand kid steals from her and she calls and asks us to bring her back so she can 'kick some sense into her'? Whatever happened to parents like that? Juvenile crime would take a dip in the statistics."
Faith nodded, smiling. "I almost hope we do find the little brat, just so I can watch. Hey, let's walk down to that bodega and get some sodas."
The two walked down the street in companionable silence. Neighborhood kids raced by them as their parents and relatives enjoyed the sunny day with their sleeves rolled up and their iced tea sparkling.
"Listen, Bos," Faith started. "I've been thinking about switching to days. Ya know, help me spend some more time with the kids."
Bosco calmly looked at her but inside his heart was doing the tango. Leave him? No.
"Anyways," she continued, "I was wondering if you would mind coming with me? I mean we've worked together for so long and I really don't want to go through the mess of training another damn partner." She lightly socked his arm and winked.
Bosco quickly cleared his throat. Not so bad, not so bad, his mind chanted. "It'll be slower in the mornings," he said cautiously.
"But that would be better right? We've got the seniority now," she said enthusiastically. "Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm getting too old for this. Wouldn't it be nice to be on a more natural schedule? Be home in the evenings to have dinner? Besides, you'd miss me too much if you didn't come along."
Bosco stared at Faith after she finished her plea. He knew he would go along with her regardless, but something was eating at him. Was he having second thoughts.
He visibly shook his head. This is crazy, he thought. You'll drive yourself insane without her. Tell her yes.
"Does that mean no?" she asked in disbelief. What, he didn't want to come with her?
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed. "My mind was just wandering off. Of course I'll switch with you. Who else would you mother like a hen?"
Faith laughed, relieved. "Then it's set. I'll go to Swersky on Monday and let him know."
Bosco smiled at her enthusiasm, but couldn't understand what was egging at him. Let it go, he thought, as they reached the bodega.
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Bosco and Faith slowly walked outside the apartment building after taking a burglary report from a 62-year-old woman. The day was sunny and warm and both felt in high spirits for the unexpected good weather.
"Can you believe that?" Bosco laughed. "This lady's grand kid steals from her and she calls and asks us to bring her back so she can 'kick some sense into her'? Whatever happened to parents like that? Juvenile crime would take a dip in the statistics."
Faith nodded, smiling. "I almost hope we do find the little brat, just so I can watch. Hey, let's walk down to that bodega and get some sodas."
The two walked down the street in companionable silence. Neighborhood kids raced by them as their parents and relatives enjoyed the sunny day with their sleeves rolled up and their iced tea sparkling.
"Listen, Bos," Faith started. "I've been thinking about switching to days. Ya know, help me spend some more time with the kids."
Bosco calmly looked at her but inside his heart was doing the tango. Leave him? No.
"Anyways," she continued, "I was wondering if you would mind coming with me? I mean we've worked together for so long and I really don't want to go through the mess of training another damn partner." She lightly socked his arm and winked.
Bosco quickly cleared his throat. Not so bad, not so bad, his mind chanted. "It'll be slower in the mornings," he said cautiously.
"But that would be better right? We've got the seniority now," she said enthusiastically. "Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm getting too old for this. Wouldn't it be nice to be on a more natural schedule? Be home in the evenings to have dinner? Besides, you'd miss me too much if you didn't come along."
Bosco stared at Faith after she finished her plea. He knew he would go along with her regardless, but something was eating at him. Was he having second thoughts.
He visibly shook his head. This is crazy, he thought. You'll drive yourself insane without her. Tell her yes.
"Does that mean no?" she asked in disbelief. What, he didn't want to come with her?
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed. "My mind was just wandering off. Of course I'll switch with you. Who else would you mother like a hen?"
Faith laughed, relieved. "Then it's set. I'll go to Swersky on Monday and let him know."
Bosco smiled at her enthusiasm, but couldn't understand what was egging at him. Let it go, he thought, as they reached the bodega.
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