The phone rang a little while ago. I knew it was HER.
Cimmy thought it might be my father. She asked me to answer it. Ha. No, it's her. I declined.
"Here, take the boy."
So I took him, even though I wasn't well clothed. Today was laundry day.
I was right. It was her.
"She asks if you are available."
(breathy whisper): "No."
"He's not available…"
Now we see if she takes the hint, or calls back yet again. I need to figure out which agency I'm going to be moving to.
May 7, 2008 at 16:17
No, thankfully. Yes, it was. I hope she never calls back, because I realize I'm going to have to go to another agency.
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May 7, 2008 at 16:26
What kinds of options do you have? Can things happen without too much fuss?
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May 7, 2008 at 17:10
Sadly, no. Cimmy reported minutes ago, after an appointment of her own, that yet another staff member was trying to excuse Twyla's behavior.
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May 9, 2008 at 14:27
*frowns* rats.
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