Chapter 3- Foster Fonies

            Alex got dressed and went to lay back down, waiting for her social worker to walk in. Theresa had simply told her to but on her nicest clothes. As far as she knew, it was another mother looking to find comfort in something, and another father looking for something to hit.  That’s what her father did. She was told that even as a baby, he’s toss her around. The last thing she remembered was him throwing her into a glass table at some restaurant. After that, he was gone. Children’s Aid took her in and put her in these foster homes. She’d actually rather still be living at home with her father than in these places. At least there, he picked up a bit. There weren’t rats everywhere and she was getting beaten up, not beaten up and molested.

            Just then, Sophie came in. She had a huge smile on her face. The social worker recalled the nice, cozy home in West Hollywood, as well as the two women it contained.

FLASHBACK

            She walked in, looking really impressed. A beautiful Latina smiled at her, giving off a warm, loving feeling. She was on the arm of a taller, skinnier woman with shorter brown shaggy-looking hair. She stood looking layed-back and fun at the woman.

Carmen: Nice to finally meet you Sophie. I’m Carmen.

Sophie smiled and took her hand while giving it a light shake.

Shane: Hey, I’m Shane.

Sophie: Well, hello.

Carmen motioned to the sofa.

Carmen: Please, have a seat.

Shane and Carmen sat down on the other end of the couch, hand in hand as Sophie took a seat while looking around. The house was immaculate.

Sophie: You have a nice place here.

Carmen: Thank you.

Sophie: So, I’m guessing you want to get right down to business?

The two nodded.

Sophie: Well, I’m sure you’ve looked her file over.

Shane: Alexandra Morales, 15 years old. Born July 1^st, 1991. Female. That pretty much covers it right?

Sophie: Well, Mrs. McCutcheon…

Shane waved that off and laughed.

Shane: Please, Shane Mrs. McCutcheon was my mother.