Daphne downed her third single malt then walked out the door before realizing she had forgotten her hat. She reached into her pocket for her key. It wasn’t there. She had also forgotten her key and her phone. Sara, her sister, had an extra key but with no phone, she couldn’t call her.
“Maybe those three drinks weren’t such a good idea,” she muttered. She checked the windows and doors. They were all locked. She picked up a landscaping rock and broke the back door window. The alarm blared as she reached in to open the door. Great, she thought, the one thing I remembered was to set the stupid alarm. Before she could even open the door, two policemen arrived.
“Evening officers.” she slurred. “Sorry to bother you. I just locked myself out of my house.”
“You have some Identification to prove this is your house?”
“It’s inside with my key and my phone which is why I broke the window, duh.”
“Sure it is,” one officer said. “Is there a neighbor who can vouch for you?”
“I just moved here and they don’t know me.”
Daphne turned to the other and placed her hand on his face. “You believe me don’t you cutie pie?”
Before she realized what was happening, they were handcuffing her.
“We’re going to have to take you downtown,” the older officer said as he clicked the last cuff.
“Great! I love shopping downtown. There are some great stores there. These silver bracelets are nice but I prefer gold.”
“You sure are cocky for someone in your position,” the older cop said.
“What? What? A girl doesn’t have the right to break her own damn window?”
“Let’s see here. What charges do we have?” the older cop asked his partner.
“I’d start with breaking and entering.”
“That’s a good place to start and public intoxication. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, nice one partner.”
“I was in my own yard! That’s not public,” said Daphne a little louder than she realized.
“Didn’t she touch your face?” the older one asked.
“Oh yeah, yeah she did. Does that qualify for assaulting an officer?”
“I think it might.”
“I barely touched you dammit.”
“Lewd language. Does that qualify?” the younger cop asked.
“I’ll have to check into that but we’ll count it for now.”
“I can’t believe this shit,” Daphne mumbled.
“What was that?” the older cop asked.
“Nothing.” Daphne fell silent after that.
“I like that sound,” the older cop said.
“Silence is nice.”
After the mug shots and the fingerprints, Daphne sobered up.
“Anyone you want to call?” they asked.
“My sister’s number is on my phone in my house!” She was so shaken up that she couldn’t remember it.
They passed the men’s cell as they led her toward the women’s cell. It was full and there was vomit on the floor. She started to panic.
“I remember Sara’s number.”
“You owe me. What happened?” Sara asked as they left the station.
“It’s a long story. Please just take me home.”
Sara walked Daphne into her home. As Daphne looked around, she realized someone had used the broken window to get in and steal all of her valuables.
“I think you need to get your window fixed and call the cops,” Sara said.
Daphne just stared at her.