The Glass Key

In deep southern Florida, warm tropical ocean waters are colliding with a combo of thunderstorms and upper-level winds to create what the national weather service refers to as hurricane Cara. Down in south Florida was high rised bar called the Glass Key that was empty except for 3 people and an RV.
“Open up, Isa. You're my last appointment. I want to get home before it really starts raining!” A cynical women with short frizzy hair bangs on an old little RV.
“Oh, God. Do you have a warrant?”
“Oh, really, Isa? Every time? I'm your probation officer. I don't need a warrant.”
“Are you sure? This doesn't sound American.”
“Uncooperative.”
“Want to check under my bed? No dope smell? Shouldn't you mark that down?”
“You are not allowed a visit from your own cousin? How bad can you be?.” A middle aged man with a hawiian shirt and fedora covering his bare head and tan dark skin chuckled at the little gyspy girl. She slams the door in their faces.
“I am Helen, it's like the girl was daring me to report her for a violation.”
“My name is Michael Herman but you can call Mr.Herman, how respectful of authority were you at that age?”
“I am not the one under supervision, Mr. Herman. Now, can you confirm that Isa is fulfilling all the requirements of her probation?”
“I'm not her guardian. I'm her employer, and Isa is an exemplary employee.”
“Mr. Herman, why are you talking to me like a lawyer. Do you have something to hide?”
“I hear you have the tendency of putting people on the defense, Ms.Helen.”
“You know, I just want to wrap this up and get on the road.”
“I don't think that's gonna happen.”
“Why not? '
“Cause the news was wrong about hurricane Cara. It will be here in a bit”
“You mean I'm stuck here?”
Mr. Herman knocks on the RV while answeri...

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...r eyes. Then tilts the chair foreword.
“Look Isa I am-”
Michael sits her in a chair and crumpled grey and white papers fall from her pocket.
“You lied to me!”
“Well you lied to me!”
“We could have been killed.!”
“I wanted to see if you actually cared about me. That you would be honest.”
“Sorry I was busy trying to save our lives!”
“Ladies, ladies can you stop fighting Isa what the heck were you thinking risking your life and ours…Ok Helen’s. And Helen if you ever lie to this little girl again I will make your life hell every time you come down that street.”
Michael sat down and tilted his chair back and sipped from a straw from his mojito.
Helen walked over to Isa and called a truce between the two and that she will ask for a transfer if Isa truly does hate her. Isa stayed silent and as Helen turned around she whispered do not leave me in all brevity.