At eight o'clock that night, Deputy Sheriff Bobby Nace had rounded up two deputies from the state alcohol and beverage control. As they sat around inside the City Cafe, drinking coffee after dinner, they plotted their strategy for what would probably be the first "bust" in Cole in many years.
"I'm tellin' ya," Bobby said, "This ain't gonna be easy. I'm gonna have parents and what have you all over my back; might even have a couple of 'em come in and shoot up the place--but we gotta clean things up here! Bad enough this has been going on for so long! These kids are hog wild out there, and it's a wonder someone ain't got hurt before now!"
Henry Morton, a regular patron of the cafe, overheard Bobby talking, and headed home to tell his wife the news about a raid.
During the next few minutes, the trio of lawmakers continued to discuss the raid. Throughout the conversation, Bobby even thought about cancelling it, but conscience kicked in, and he decided, for better or worse, to proceed.
Within minutes, the three patrol cars pulled up to the back of the Sampson Motel. The blue lights and sirens of the cars began shining and blaring as the three men rapidly got out of the cars and proceeded toward the two rooms, which were easy to find, as the door was open to the one where the drinking was going on.
What followed remained a blur for long thereafter to those involved, so shocking was it to them all. Most of the teens were, by this time, so drunk that they didn't realize the gravity of the situation until hours after. Ironically, Henry Morton, who'd overheard the lawmen's conversation in the cafe, worked for the Cole newspaper, and was on hand to photograph the whole situation.
After those gathered in the "drinking and mingling" room were handcuffed and contained in the back seats of the cars, Bobby decided to break the door down to the room where the "loving" was going on. He didn't have to, though, as the door was unlocked.
Stark naked, on top of the bedspread, were Bill Kazan and Karen Ingram, whose wild passion was, for now, most rudely interrupted.
Suddenly, Bill's temper emerged again.
"Look, man!" he shouted at Bobby, "why don't you cut us some slack? We were just having some fun!"
"Yeah," Bobby replied, "and you need to put some clothes on before something else gets cut off! You're pretty tough for a young boy, but you need to remember, there's always someone tougher out there!"
As Bill and a yet again tearful Karen got dressed, Bobby, realizing their embarrassment, did try to lighten up.
"Look," Bobby said, "I won't even handcuff you if you go quietly."
"Will you tell our parents?" Karen asked.
"I'll probably have to, young lady!" Bobby replied, at which time Bill took a swing at the armed lawman.
"Okay, okay, that's it!" Bobby said, applying handcuffs to both Bill and Karen. "Tell it to the judge!"
By Monday morning, all the parents of those arrested would be reacting in different ways. Some were punished corporal; some were grounded; some were given extra chores.
About the only ones who escaped major wrath were Danny and Bill Kazan, who just worked some overtime in the grocery store. Within days, Bill and Karen were back together, in part, Karen had convinced Bill, because her parents were acting so violently about the whole arrest situation. She managed to convince Bill that he could be her "protector," and this label boosted his already swollen ego to the highest degree.
The following Saturday night, in the dimly lit room of a Natchez motel, Nicholas and Josiphene drank wine and talked.
"Frankly," Josiphene said, "I'm beginning to think you don't want me to get a divorce. Why do I think that, Nicholas?"
Nichoas lit a cigarette.
"How long can we go on this way?" Josiphene continued, tears forming.
"Go ahead with the divorce," he said. "If Eli doesn't care, how's it going to hurt you?"
Josiphene took another swig of her wine.
"Last Saturday," she said, "he--he wanted me to stay!"
"What are you talking about?" Nicholas replied. "I thought Eli didn't care about anybody but himself!"
"Instead of running out on me, like I thought he would, he wanted me to stay. He kept begging me to stay. Oh, Nicholas, it was pathetic!"
"You should never have kissed him!" Nicholas frowned. "He's going to expect it again!"
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