I figure myself an ordinary guy from a family full of cops, bounding to end up being one myself;
I did.
I did.
When I started walking this beat, one of the cast characters I immediately ran into was Cheri.
Her first words were, "Well, if it isn't one of our finest thugs in blue!"
I thought, "Ok, nothing but trouble," but I found out some things.
She likes people to think she's a "working girl" but she's not.
I've told her, "Why do that? You're just asking for trouble. You ought to cut that out."
"What, and give up show business?" she tells me.
Turns out she works two regular jobs to have money to send to her mom over in Jersey.
One night, when the crap really came down over at the tenement, Cheri was in there scratching
and clawing—to protect her neighbor, an old man who was broken and alone.
and clawing—to protect her neighbor, an old man who was broken and alone.
Cheri ended up in the hospital. I checked with the doctor. He told me she was lucky, real lucky.
I told him not to mention I'd been there—didn't want her to go all warm and fuzzy on me.
I told him not to mention I'd been there—didn't want her to go all warm and fuzzy on me.
Not long after, I spotted her back on the street.
"Well, if it isn't one of our finest thugs in blue!" she said.
"Well, if it isn't one of our finest thugs in blue!" she said.
I was glad to see her.
I'm sure Cheri is into some things that are, as my Sarge would put it, "questionable, at best,"
and if she ever stole anything or shot anybody, I'd bring her in;
but all in all—she's ok in my book.
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