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And so Bonnie showed the deputies to Bradley's room, where he and Jason were still actively trying to pry open this payphone.

And when Bradley looked up and saw the police, he looked furious.

He screamed at his mother that he couldn't believe she'd called the cops on him.

But Bonnie, she did her best to push down the natural bit of guilt she was feeling because she didn't want to have to call the cops on her son.

The deputies ultimately handcuffed both Bradley and Jason and they walked them outside and Bonnie trailed right behind them.

And then as the police were putting the kids in the back of the squad car, Bonnie pulled one of the deputies aside and asked if he could make sure Bradley spent at least one night in the juvenile detention center.

She knew this was a very tough love sort of approach.

I mean, basically demanding your kid stays effectively in jail overnight.

But she was also hoping that in addition to being maybe scared straight here, he would also get counseling in the juvenile detention center and maybe begin to see the value of staying out of trouble.

The deputy nodded and said he'd see what he could do.

As the squad car drove away, Bonnie saw movement in a window of the house across the street.

She squinted and saw that one of her neighbors was peering out the curtains to get a look at all the commotion.

And then further down the street, a couple out for a morning jog had slowed down and was just staring at the

squad car as they passed by.

And now for Bonnie, I mean, she wasn't that surprised.

I mean, she'd be looking out the window too if police showed up on her street.

But at the same time, it still made her very embarrassed.

I mean, she knew people in this neighborhood were already very aware of her family's problems.

And it just, it was a lot to bear.

And frankly, making it even worse was the fact that generally speaking, Bonnie's neighbors were nice to her in person when they were face to face with her.