A continuation of Officer Lonie attempting to get Amos to go back to his wife, and another tale of a stray.
I listened for a few minutes, then decided to try something on him.
“Amos,” I remember saying, "she loves you and wants you to come back home. You know a good woman is hard to find. I could tell when I talked to her that she loved you and cares about you. I can't tell you what to do, but if it was me I would let no grass grow under my feet until I went home."
I watched as a tear rolled down his cheek. This made two people that had cried while talking to me.
"Come on Amos, get in the car and I will take you home." He picked up his hat and put it on his head. He walked over to the car and I opened up the door and he got in. On the way to the projects he never said a word. I pulled into the front of the house and stopped. Before I could get out and open the door, she was there.
Amos was a small man and I smiled as she helped him from the car. He walked to the front porch and sat down in a chair. The woman walked over to the car and touched my arm and said, “Mister, you will never know, how much what you have done means to me."
I smiled saying, "You are welcome." That was one of the times that I had been thanked. I headed back to headquarters to make out a report. I remember that I felt good about what I had done.
There was another case that was handed to me. This was a small boy that had been missing from home. It seemed that no one knew where he could be. It was on a weekend. I figured that he was at some of his friend’s home. I began to check some of the names on the report. I saw two small boys playing in the yard as I drove up. One of them fitted the description of the missing boy. As I walked up to the house a lady came out. I introduced myself and what I was doing. She pointed to one of the boys.
I called his mother and told her he was over there. The parents knew where he was but would not come and get him. I could not understand what was happening, but would find out.
I asked him why he ran away from home. I remember that I was not ready for the answer. He said he ran away from home because his father called him his "little son of a ****." I almost wrecked the car when he said it. I got him to tell me again. I remember that I was at a loss for words.
I pulled into the driveway and his father came out to the car. I let the small boy out. I watched as he went into the house. I then turned my attention back to the man who would call his small child that.
When confronted he smiled and said, "Officer this is the way it is, his mother is a ****, so that makes him a son of a ****.”
I shook my head and got back into the car. I have often wondered what happened to the small child who took the blunt of this marriage. What kind of a man did he grow up to be? The last time I saw the small child he was going into the house with tears in his eyes. This is one thing that I will always believe, that whatever happens to the small boy, it was not his fault.
Lonie Adcock of Rome is a retired Rome Police Department lieutenant. His latest book is “Fact or Fiction.”