purse?” the manager asked the woman, who shook her head no. He turned to William.
“In your wallet?”
“Nope,” William responded.
“A phone with photos on it?” the Walmart manager asked.
Both shook their head no.
“Well, looks like we wait for the cops.”
“My baby,” the woman said again.
The cops were surprisingly quick. The one time William had to call them to the gas
station, it had taken them over two hours to arrive. This time, the whole ordeal
had been going on for about fifteen minutes.
“What’s going on here?” the first officer asked.
“Well, we have both of these people,” Jerry began. “They both claim that they are
the parent of the kid. The woman was screaming throughout the store that someone
stole her baby. This guy was rushing to the check out with a crying infant.”
“Cameras catch anything?” the second officer asked.
“They’re broken and not getting fixed until next week,” Jerry told him.
The first officer looked at Sasha who was still crying. He then turned his
attention to the box of diapers.
“Sir, you grabbed the diapers?” the officer asked, turning to William.
“Yes,” William told him.
“These are 3T diapers. The child is like, what, two to three months old,” the
officer announced. “They would be way too big for this baby.”
“I just grabbed them when she started screaming,” William said, trying to defend
himself. “I didn’t check the size.”
“Hmm,” the second officer said. “So you just grabbed a box of diapers and made a