“Mom?” Sherri sighed. She knew what was coming, and turned the TV down.
“When are you going to clean up your room? It’s a pig sty; I don’t know how you find anything in that mess.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Sherri joked.
“Oh, for Cripes sake Sherri. You’re impossible!”
Sherri knew her mother was right, but it had gotten out of control: there were almost four feet of dirty clothes piled in one corner. You couldn’t even see the clothes hamper. In an opposite corner, clean clothes were piled almost as high. Shoes were scattered all over the floor. Some with mates, and others flying solo. There was at least an inch of dust on the stereo, while record albums and dirty socks decorated the unmade bed and orange bean bag chair. Where would one even begin?
“I’ll get to it this weekend, Mom.”
“You said that last weekend!”
Before Sherri could respond, there was a knock on their apartment door.
“I’ll get it!” Sherrie yelled, pleased at the interruption.
Sherri opened the door to a cop in uniform and detective in a dark suit. They flashed their badges and asked if Mrs. Maxwell was home.
“Uh, Mom? C’mere, please.” Sherrie swallowed. “I think you’re in some kind of trouble.”
Mom came around the corner with a worried look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Mom addressed the officers.
They flashed their badges again and introduced themselves. “Mrs. Vivian Maxwell?”
“Yes, I’m Vivian Maxwell. What’s this about?”
“May we come in?”
And the two men entered their apartment.
“There was a shooting in this building last night, you may or may not know,” the detective explained.
“I didn’t hear anything. Did you, Sherri?”
Sherri shook her head no.
“Well,” the cop continued, “We’re looking for the bullet and wondered if we could take a look around. We think it is probably in the bedroom around the corner.”
That meant Sherri’s room.
Her mom looked at her with a cocked eyebrow, and then addressed the officers. “Sure, help yourselves, but I doubt you’ll be able to find anything in that mess.”
Sherrie blushed and wish she could evaporate.
So, the cop and detective followed Mrs. Maxwell to her daughter’s room. When she opened the bedroom door, the officers didn’t even bother going in. They simply looked around, and then looked at each other.
“Thank you ma’am.” The detective said. “You’re right. We’ll try a few other places, and if we can’t find it, we’ll be back.”
With that, the cop and detective left. Sherrie was so mortified she couldn’t even look up as the two men walked past her — and the cop was kind of cute.
“See Sherri, this is what I mean…”
But Sherri was already in the bathroom, fixing her make-up in case the cute cop came back.