#3 the Little Family

Lucky Little

#3 the Little Family

Bobby Ray, also known as B.R., Mary Ann, and Boyd Allan, they were, the Littles. They lived in a little home on the south side of Houston in a neighborhood called Pamela Heights. Bobby Ray was a big man and dashing when suited up, he was a Houston Police Officer. He had lied back in 1944 and said he was 18 so he could join the Navy and serve his country. After coming home he worked as a mechanic and soon after joined the Houston Police Force. Big Bobby was born in 1927 and only had seen pictures of his dad who left East Texas for work out west and never came back. B.R.'s friends were like family and they loved to boogie to the big band sounds and drink and dance to Country Western music. In between he liked a little 1950s rocking tunes.

Mary Ann was a tiny little lady but she was TNT in a box and not to be messed with. Mary Ann had survived her own hard knocks being born in 1929. At four foot and a bit she packed about a tenth of her weight in her handgun she kept on a holster on her hip. She was Houston Police force trained as well. B.R. was a Navy veteran and strongly believed in his duty to protect and serve. Mary Ann was a working mom doing all she could to keep enough food on the table. On the side Bobby would work on big rig diesel engines like the ones he worked on in the Navy. Low pay and long hours pushed Mary Ann out of the police department into a bookkeeping job.

Due to an injury as a little girl, Mary Ann was unable to have children. They adopted Boyd in 1962. Red hair, blue eyes and an answer to prayer. Adopting a child was hard to do, raising one was even harder and more expensive than they imagined. At 39 and 35 they were tasked with taking care of elderly parents while raising a young son, and there was another on the way.

Around Christmas time 1965 they received a phone call that would change their lives forever. A lawyer was calling asking for Bobby Ray Little, Mary Ann didn’t like the sound in the caller’s voice. A situation had come up, and Bobby and Mary Ann were to be the solution, ready or not. A doctor was to adopt a soon to be born child, but things had changed. An adoption was going to take place. The strings had been pulled and the red tape had been cut. Somebody was going to adopt a baby, ready or not. The adoption process would go a lot faster this time. Everything would be paid for. This could never come back to haunt them. The baby would have to go to someone above board, someone beyond reproach. Bobby and Mary were those someones. The doctor, the lawyers, the judge. Too many rules surpassed for the doctor that now could not follow through with adopting the baby. The lawyer needed an answer now. Mary was concerned that things were so tight already, how could they possibly take in another child. She didn't like the way everything was going down. It seemed manipulated. She wanted to know about the child's mother but they wouldn't tell her anything at all. Nothing would she ever know about the woman that carried this child that was being dropped in their lap. B.R. assured her that everything would be okay. He told the lawyer they would adopt the baby. The paperwork was drawn up immediately, the baby was due to be born in February.