I gave my blog over to a couple of my characters today to better address the issue of 911 Next Generation. This is Delilah’s first “Cop’s Kids” blog, and Bobby is her guest of honor. Let her know how you think she’s doing!
I’m Delilah’s first victim. She’s managing a blog called “Cop’s Kid” and I’m her opening guest. “What the hell is a blog?” I say. “Sounds like something you slop down your front at the truck stop.”
“It’s just little diary entries about your life.” She doesn’t look up from her keyboard; her fingers are doing a crazed hunt and peck pattern.
“Nobody wants to know about that. Why don’t you talk about something important?”
“911. You can’t text it.”
The fingers flutter and pause. “Of course you can. And besides, lame-o.”
Delilah is fifteen. That’s the problem.
“Your local dispatch center isn’t set up to receive texts. Or pictures. Or blogs.” I tap her head with my knuckles.
“Shut up!” She swats at me. “What happens if I send one?”
“Poof, it’s gone. How the hell do I know? But they don’t get it, okay?”
“Seems like this should be national news so we all quit making mistakes.”
“You don’t know the half of it, baby.” She’s got a picture of me up on her screen, looking tough behind my Ray Bans. Ha. “Your generation screws up the call all the time.”
“Because we feel entitled and we have too much. Blah-blah, what else is new?”
“You call for help on your little cell phones and fail to give an address or leave a call back number.”
“Aren’t you supposed to figure all that out?”
Delilah is an honors student. Scary, ain’t it?
“The best the dispatcher can do is to triangulate to the nearest tower. Which in your case is four miles away just outside Wapsi.”
“Not. Just give them your address.”
“My address is like a million digits long, thanks to you people.”
Wow. Really? And this from a cop’s daughter.
“It’s actually simple,” I tell her. “The roads are set up and numbered in a grid pattern, starting with 00 on the south and on the east and working up from there.”
She’s stopped typing and her face is crinkled in consternation.
“Or you can just read the number on the blue sign in your yard.”
“Bite me,” she says. The fingers are tripping again; she’s brought a county 911 map up already. “All right, I see what you’re saying. But if I use my GPS I don’t need to know any of this.”
“Until it fails.”
I give up. “What did you want to talk about?” I say.
“Nothing, I’ve got enough now.”
Trouble with girls that age? You can never tell if they’re pissed or just preoccupied.
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5 thoughts on “Surprise Post: Lucy Crowe”
Awesome post, Lucy Crowe! (And Delilah and Bobby!)
LOLOLOL Love it Lucy. Love Bobby too!
I'm eager to read Sugar Man's Daughter, Lucy. It sounds like a great book
🙂 Thanks for sharing Bobby with us today!
Great blog I enjoyed rreading