'You grew up with dogs?'
'No, I never did own no animals myself. Well, that's not right, exactly. I did have this kitten I hid for a while, from my mother, when she was around. Before I went to stay with my grandmother.'
Lorenzo shifted his position in his seat. The chairs they had in that room were hard. Plus, he was uncomfortable talking about himself to this stranger. But he had started it now, and the words, for some reason, were tumbling out.
'I found this kitten in the alley where we stayed at the time, in Congress Heights. Down there near Ballou, in Southeast?'
'I know the neighborhood. I've had a few offenders down there over the years.'
'That ain't no surprise.'
Rachel Lopez, with an uptick of her chin, told him to keep talking.
'I was just a young kid,' said Lorenzo. 'Seven, somethin' like that. This was just before my mother went away. Before I moved over to my grandmother's in Northwest. I came up on these kids in the alley, they were gonna drown these kittens in a washtub back there, said one of their mothers had told them to do it. I snatched one out of there right quick and ran to my house. I couldn't save them all, so I just took the one.
'I knew my mother would get all siced if I brought an animal into our house. She was… she couldn't handle much of nothin' by then, you want the truth. An animal in the house, I knew that would set her off. So I kept it hid for a while. Looking back on it, wasn't no way my mom didn't know. You can't hide that smell. I was takin' tuna fish and bits of chicken out the fridge for that kitten too.'
'What happened?'
Lorenzo shrugged. 'Kitten got out. I suspect my mother
Seemed like Rachel Lopez stared at him a long while then. Finally she said, 'Well, I hope you get that position.'
'I aim to get it,' he said.
He did. But he didn't last more than a few months on Oglethorpe Street. They were just warehousing animals there, doing nothing active about helping the ones in peril on the street, and he was no more than a paper pusher. After all that time in a cell, he didn't want to be walled in, sitting behind some desk. From a coworker at the Rescue League, Brown heard about an opening at the Humane Society, where officers were honest-to-God investigators, empowered through a charter of Congress to seek out violations and violators of animal health and rights.
Irena Tovar, the woman who ran the Humane Society office on Georgia Avenue, gave him an extensive interview. First thing off, she asked him about the specific nature of his criminal charges. Brown figured she wanted to know if he had a rape or domestic abuse or something like it on his record. He told her of his drug offenses, leaving out the violent acts of his past and anything else for which he had never been arrested or charged. She said she had no problem with the fact that he had done time or that he was under supervision. She said that she believed in redemption and she hoped that he believed in it too.
Miss Tovar had hired him, and he had been at it since. He had found it odd, at first, to be wearing a uniform and a badge, especially while he was still on paper, just strange to be on 'the other side.' Strange too that he took to it so quick. From his first day out there, it was like he had slipped his hand into a broke-in glove.
'Lorenzo,' said Rachel Lopez, pulling him back into the present. He stared out across the parking lot at the Capital City Market, where all those Asians and other ethnics had their wholesale food businesses.
'Yes?'
'You been by the clinic lately?'
'I been meaning to go.'
'You need to get by the clinic and drop a urine.'
'I will. You know I'm gonna drop a negative too.'
'No doubt,' said Rachel. 'You still need to do it.'
'I will. But look, I did have a beer or two this week.'
'I don't have any problem with that. Your agreement talks about excessive alcohol use. Doesn't mean you can't live a life.'
You live one too, thought Lorenzo. I can smell that wine or liquor, or whatever you had last night, coming through your skin right now. In the summertime, when you sweat, it's real plain. Also, when we meet real early in the mornings, I see how your face is kinda puffy and your eyes be all red. So you're human; you got your problems like everyone else. Like they say at the meetings: Don't judge.
'How's everything else?' said Rachel, cutting her eyes away from his, reading his look. 'How's your daughter?'
Lorenzo nodded, seeing a little Chinese girl standing outside one of the markets, holding some kind of toy in her hand. 'I guess she's good.'
'Her name is—'
'Shay,' said Brown. 'I see her, but her mother doesn't let me talk to her.'
'Ever?'
'Shay don't even know who I am. I went in a few months before she was born.'
'You talked to the mother about it?'
'I tried. Sherelle ain't lookin' to bring me into my little girl's world. I been putting some money aside for Shay. Just a little bit, understand? But I been doin' it every month. It'll help with her college someday, she wants to
