3am and we roll up behind a marked police car on the ring road,
The officer gets out and walks around to move the Road Closed sign in the road.
“Do you think that’s Dad?” my older brother slurs to me,
“I highly doubt it.” I murmur sleepily back.
My brother rolls down the window and climbs halfway out and then yells
“GET OUT THE BLOODY WAY!”
As loud as he can.
The officer turns around,
Frowns,
And I can see he’s thinking:
Why is he yelling at me?
Why is he leaning out the window?
Why is that my son’s car?
Why is my other son leaning out the window, on the ring road, at 3am, screaming at me?
“HEY, GET OUT THE WAY!”