Glory Norland laughed. " You're not taking my husband anywhere," she said coldly. " In fact remove your hands from him. Immediately. "
Andrew should not have but he laughed. He loved his wife and he knew exactly what she was about to do. A lot of people underestimated her but there was more to her than everyone saw. From the cold glint in her eyes he knew she was about to do something she hated to do. Pull rank.
DuBuis had his phone out, saying," I'll get that lawyer friend of Faith's. "
" Not necessary, DuBuis," Glory said clearly. She stepped forward and close to the police detective who looked at her with amusement. To him he saw a short and slightly plump older woman in her mid sixties with flyaway grey hair in a loose bun that had a knitting needle stuck in it. An older woman that wore a long loose cotton homemade dress and worn sandals.
Spencer said," Glory...."
" Hush , Spencer," she said firm but not unkindly. Turning back to the detective, she replied," Release my husband or I will call my nephew. On his personal cell phone. "
Jacks laughed. " And who might that be? The head of the PTA? Lady ......"
Glory said," No. He is President Walker Brandon. You know the Democrat president that is very much against police corruption and brutality. Who agrees with the Black Lives Matter movement. Who is very pro LGBTQA. One call from me and your career is over. Now take your hands off my husband, apologize to everyone in this house and get the fuck out. " She pulled out her own cell phone from a pocket in her dress and began to look through her contacts.
Nate Jacks swallowed. " You're shitting me. "
Andrew laughed. " She's not. "
Glory pulled up a particular contact in her phone and showcased it to everyone who all except for Andrew gaped at the name.
Nate Jacks released Andrew and backed up. He called for the uniform who hurried into the hallway. " Wait in the car ," he commanded him. After the uniform left silently the man bit his lip and after a few minutes he grumbled," No harm done. No need for any calls. My apologies.... Dr. Lane, Dr. Norland -Lane. Have a good day. "
Then he walked out, closing the door behind him.
Spencer was wide eyed.
DuBuis was smiling ear to ear and shaking his head in amazed wonder.
Andrew smiled sheepishly at his wife. " Sorry. I just lost my head. "
Glory looked at him with much love. " Well make sure you find it and glue it on tightly. Did you hurt your hand ? His head looked rather hard. "

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Odds of Love: Past Wounds
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera style serial about disabled math professor Spencer Norland -Lane, his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC metropolitan area.