The day was a scorcher, though to Madeleine, most days in Los Angeles were scorchers, compared to the usually breezy days (save for perhaps a month or so in the high summer) she'd grown up with in the United Kingdom.
That night had been warm too, but there'd been chills running down her spine when she'd gotten a call from the police regarding her son. She turned and gave him a hard look out of the corner of her eye.
José was sitting forlornly in the passenger seat, looking out the window at nothing in particular.
She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and focussed on driving, easing forward to meet the speed limit. It was easier; what else could she say? She'd said it all before, picking him and dressing him down with a vehemence that had frankly surprised them both.
She'd been proud to say her son had never been involved with gangs before that, but he'd been shot at and was in the middle of firefight between the police and the Three Elevens. She gripped the wheel tightly, and bit her lip.
"We're almost there," José said needlessly. She'd been there before, to Redención House, to pick him up after everything had happened. She didn't say anything, once more aware that there wasn't anything to say.
She turned again, and saw the House, sitting more like a compound, coming up on their left. They parked a short distance away, unable to find a closer spot, and made the rest of trip on foot.
"Now, remember," she said lowly, fixing his shirt, a nice dark polo with no extraneous designs or wording on it. She despised that clothing. Thankfully José preferred solid colors himself, and rarely bought or asked for designer wear. "Be polite. She's entitled to be angry."
"She's gonna beat the crap outta me, mom," José muttered. "He might not, but..."
"And you'd deserve it," she shot back quickly. "Honestly, stealing in the first place, never mind stealing from a store in the middle of gang territory."
José wisely stayed quiet and knocked on the door to Redención House, steeling himself for his task.
Apologizing.
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