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On a bitter cold evening a few days after Martin J. Walsh was sworn in as the new mayor of Boston, his longtime girlfriend Lorrie Higgins strolled the short distance from her house to his, intending to start making dinner for the two of them. Glancing at the police cruiser stationed permanently in front of his trim gray house, she skipped up the steps and put her key into the lock.
It wouldn’t turn. She tried the other direction. Nothing.
As she pulled the key out to make sure she had the right one, she felt the eyes of the police officer behind her, staring at her back. She tried the key again, with no success. Turning toward the cruiser, she called out sunnily, “Think he’s trying to tell me something?” The officer did not smile.