Dear Diary,
Mrs. Morgan attacked a police officer today. In a normal household that would be shocking, but with my employers I'm only surprised she didn't cause him any serious injury. He came to the house because Mrs. Morgan heard firecrackers and thought it was gunfire. Not an unreasonable assumption in the Corinthos family abode, but still.
The poor officer -- who turned out to be our repairman Brian, of all people -- walked in the door and Mrs. Morgan threw him to the ground. I helped him up while Mrs. Morgan babbled about "incoming" and how she would "cover" him outside. He asked her if her family was in law enforcement, to which she burst out laughing. "Cops? Us? You sure stupid."
Mrs. Morgan tried to make conversation, complimented him on his glutes and asked him how much he benches, but got bored after that and wandered off to work out. Officer Brian pulled me aside and said, "This is a small town but we're not intolerant. You and your partner and kids will be fine here." I appreciated the gesture, but hasted to assure him that my relationship with Mrs. Morgan is purely professional. He nodded at that with understanding. "Besides repairman and sheriff, one of my other jobs is in-home care for the developmentally disabled, so I know what you're dealing with. Though I have to say, taking care of her and the two kids as well? I'm impressed."
Michael seemed to enjoy talking with Officer Brian, telling him all about how happy he is to be living in a house with a yard "and no scary lady." He explained how Morgan isn't really his brother, but is named after his Stare Daddy, Jason Morgan.
"Do you have more than one daddy?" asked Brian.
"Oh yes," said Michael, "I have lots! I lived with Mumble Daddy until today. Before that I lived with Stare Daddy. Drunk Daddy says he's my daddy, but my other daddies say he's not. And when I was a baby I had Dr. Recurring Character Daddy, but everyone seems to have forgotten about him. And Stare Daddy uses a tarp on people he doesn't like, and Mumble Daddy hung Drunk Daddy from a meathook and then he shot the scary lady in the head because he loves her." Brian looked a little askance at that, but I told him that Michael just had a vivid imagination. I think he bought it.
I must remember to ask Officer Brian his last name. It's extremely odd that he didn't tell us.