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"Come in Sam, Sherry."
Harry was a traditionalist. His office looked rather like Abe Lincoln's log cabin... very simple appointments. Sam and Sherry sat and Harry perched on the edge of his desk.
"Sam, I made some calls and well... what has happened is this. Two of your neighbors have signed sworn statements that they saw..." Harry hesitated, glanced at Sherry, returned his gaze to Sam, then lowered his eyes. "...improper behavior between you and the kids."
"What are you saying Harry. Improper behavior?" stammered Sam.
"Sexual advances."
Sherry began to sob and shake uncontrollably.
"Sherry, can I get you something? A glass of water, something stronger?" Harry rose and got a bottle from a lower drawer in his desk and poured a drink. "Here sip this, Sherry," he said as he offered the glass.
Sherry cupped it with both hands shaking. "Thanks Harry."
"Judge Marcus feels the kids might be in danger so he has remanded them to foster care until this is settled."
Sam paused. "Settled... and meanwhile?... and how long... I..."
"I'll do the best I can. It may take some time and I just don't know how far these neighbors are willing to go. Meanwhile Social Services has agreed to weekly visitations. An hour from 4:00 to 5:00 every Wednesday, starting this Wednesday."
Sherry had finished the burbon and handed Harry the glass. Harry gestured with an inclined head and lowered eyebrow if she would like more. Sherry smiled a twitching smile and nodded.
"Look today is Friday. I can't do much more until Monday but I'll get right on it. Sam I still owe you for that block you threw at the final game with Westside High that enabled me to make the winning touchdown. Maybe I can pay back some of that debt. Here Sam, take this bottle. It might just help a bit." Harry dropped the burbon into a brown sack.
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Sam and Sherry walked toward the car.
Sherry turned to Sam, then threw her arms around him. "What'll we do Sam; God what'll we do?"
"Hon, just a step at a time... That's all we can do."
"Oh Sam... Oh... "
Sam softly dried her tears then they slowly ambled like two drunks off to their car.
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