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"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I wish I'd never come here. Never got off that damn bus."
Now he turned to look at her.
"That makes two of us," he said. He came closer, unlocked the door, and pointed to the restroom at the back.
She scuttled into it, closing out the rest of the world. Glancing in the mirror she saw the disheveled young woman that she'd become. Her make-up was smeared, her face was a mess from crying, and her hair was nothing but straggles.
She stuck her tongue out at herself. "I'll bet I'm the only woman ever arrested for flirting."
After washing her face and hands, and using the restroom, she opened the door.
When she came out, she barely lifted her feet. She didn't lift her head.
He held the cell door open for her.
She walked inside slowly, turning about to say something until she saw his face, a mask of anger.
He closed it behind her.
She bit her lip and flopped down on the cot, just as a young girl came flying into the office.
"Ben, oh Ben, you're home. Oh...I've missed you. So has Mama. Are you coming over tonight?"
Ben smiled and pulled the arms from around his neck. "I'm not sure Jessica. I've got a prisoner and I'm busy. And I'll bet you have school work to attend to."
"But, you haven't been over since you came home. Why not?"
"Honey, I told you, I'm really busy right now." Ben's voice was patient, but firm.
Jessica spotted Savannah, and twisted to look at her. "With her?"
"Yes with her! Now run along home and do your homework. I'll visit when I can."
The girl eyed Savannah again, then slowly backed to the door. She left without another word.
"Well, well," Savannah said sarcastically. "Looks like the big Sheriff does have a lady."
"She's not my lady," he corrected without looking at her.
"Sounded like it." Savannah smirked. Inside she was in turmoil. The fact that some woman did have the Sheriff wrapped around her finger, made Savannah feel funny. Why should she care?
Someone else came in, "I can't believe it," Mrs. Johnson was saying.
Good Lord, the whole town must know, Savannah thought to herself, unable to meet the woman's glance.
"Well believe it," the Sheriff said quietly, not looking up from his task.
"But, what did she do?"
"Let's just say she caused a disturbance, and let it go at that," he answered.
"The poor dear. I brought her some leftover chicken."
"Take it to her," he directed.
Mrs. Johnson came up to the cell door. "I'm so sorry dear. I'll bet you are starved. I've brought you some chicken, hon. And if you need anything else, you just let me know."
