“This is a raid,” a burly voice announced.
Freddy didn’t care. He went on sucking her pussy. In a rage over the fact that he didn’t stop what he was doing, the officer went over and pulled him off.
“Look, wise-ass,” he said, “what the hell are you trying to do?”
The madame was booked before she could say another word to Harriet. When Harriet and her young son Freddy were booked, the officers were shocked.
”You mean you were having sex with your own mom?” the officer demanded.
“Sure, damn it,” Freddy nodded. “So what if I’m a mother fucker? Maybe I’m proud of it.”
The juvenile authorities took over. For Fred-day’s being a teenager placed him in the position where he had to be tired as a juvenile.
However, his mother was severely chastized by a judge who tongue lashed her.
“In all my years on the bench,” he confessed, “I’ve never heard of anything more revolting. Have you no pride?”
Harriet couldn’t answer. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. At last she’d been jolted back to reality. Coming to New Orleans was the best thing that ever happened to her, she realized. For she couldn’t go on much longer like this. She was crazy about Freddy and she knew it had to end someday. But why, oh God, she asked herself, did it have to end like this?