And then it all stopped. She still showed up but seemed to be doing legit daytime business stuff, and had a guy with her who looked like he had a job and was nice to the kid, and I thought "well good, she stopped dealing".
Last night she was there with That Guy Who Gets Arrested On Cops, and they were playing yell at each other and slam the door for an hour or so. It wasn't clear what was going on, but we started to wonder if she was trying to leave and he kept slamming the door on her. Or whether the quiet bits meant that she was being strangled. Or whether the kid was there. Around the time we were thinking seriously we should call the cops, the door opened and Loser Boy appeared. His first act was to dump a cup of ice from the second floor balcony on to bruisedhips which was a mistake, because that's when the cops got called.
They showed up in about 30 seconds and were oddly casual. While both of them were talking to her inside, Arrest-Me-Now popped off his keychain, slipped down the stairs, and disappeared. Sierra pointed out that he probably lost the keychain so he could hop the fence in back more easily, because Sierra is O.G. from H.B. and thinks that way. Obviously Bluto didn't want to talk to any cops at length last night.
No idea what happened to her. Part of me sympathizes with her obviously wretched life and wants Things To Get Better, but considering what she's putting her kid through it might be better if she spent some time in the snicker while Grampa raised Junior. Whatever's going on, it's not the six-year-old's fault.
I'm mostly a small-L libertarian about "drugs", but speed is such a terrible, terrible thing.