Let me tell you how many chances Lindsay Fraser of the MEDICINE HAT POLICE SERVICES had to tell me how bad he wanted to hug me, but did not until he had me isolated from the rest.
He could have told me when we sat in a meeting room for an hour or more while they tried and tried and tried to make me sign papers to absolve them of killing a man, but he didn’t.
He could have told me when I was leaving and he held the door open for me, but he didn’t.
He could have told me while he followed me down the hall, but he didn’t.
he could have told me when we were going down the stairs to the lobby, but he didn’t.
He could have told me in the lobby of the police station, but he didn’t.
He waited till we were alone, outside of the police station, off to the right a bit from the front doors, then he told me how bad he wanted to hug me, but couldn’t cause they aren’t allowed.
He had to isolate me from the rest to tell me how bad he wanted to hug me but couldn’t because they aren’t allowed.
Wonder why? I know why.
What did he expect me to say?
I know that too. The same as he wanted it to be in my mother’s coffee shop back in the 70s. He wanted me to go on a ride along with him and anyone with a brain knew what “ride along” meant. And he tried more than once. Thank God it was my mother’s coffee shop and she was there to protect me.
I turned him down then and I turned him down now.
In the seventies I was underage and he was already married to his wife of 45+ years.