It’s Not What You Know

How I got the job — and another true saying

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I opened the door to find a potbellied, unsmiling police sergeant in full uniform standing on our doorstep.

“I’m Sergeant Bruxton. I’m here to do your home visit,” said Sergeant Bruxton. His voice gruff and his eyes bore into me like he wanted to slap me on the face.