They Forced Me & my Baby Granddaughter Out of the Café and Into the Rain - Then Justice Walked In

Carl's face reddened as he tried to sputter something.

But a second later, he stormed off to the back.

The waitress finally smiled, said she would bring us our pies soon, and went back to work.

When it was just the three of us — four with Amy — the officers introduced themselves as Christopher and Alexander. I shared a little more about what had happened, and they listened carefully, nodding as I spoke.

"Yeah, don't worry, ma'am," Christopher, the older one, nodded as he ate his pie. "I knew that man was exaggerating as soon as I got inside."

"Thank you," I said to him before looking at Alexander. "You are really good at that. She has been cranky this whole morning. Doctor's visit."

"Ah, yes, no one likes that," the young cop nodded, looking down at Amy. "Here, she's all done."

I grabbed Amy and settled her in the stroller. Christopher then asked me if Amy was my granddaughter, and although I tried to keep my answer short, I ended up telling them my life's story.

When we finished our coffees and pies, the cops paid the tab despite my protest and got ready to leave. But Alexander suddenly turned.

"Sure," I said, leaning toward the stroller with a smile because what started as a terrible situation ended up being a very nice outing with two kind-hearted officers of the law.

I thanked them again and watched them leave the café before arranging my things in the stroller and doing the same.

Three days later, my much younger cousin, Elaine, called me, practically shouting into the phone. "Maggie! You're in the newspaper! The story's everywhere!"