In the easy chair beside my T.V., sat a uniformed police officer. He was holding a notepad and obviously trying to get some answers from my silent-sworn family. When he saw me, he stood and offered me his seat, saying, “Miss Laran, I’m glad to see you’re ok. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?” Without waiting for an answer, he went on: “What happened?”
I looked at him and then at my mother. The old lady’s gaze was as stern as I had always known. “My daughter has no interest in your help, young man,” she said for me. “She is fine, as you can see. Let it be at that.”
“No,” I said, startling my family.
“Lauren!” my mother said. “Be silent!”
I turned to her. “No.” Then I turned to the cop and broke my silence.