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His voice was smooth and exactly the tonic it had always been "So remember Mrs Grady?"

I sh syrup in her drawer, and back then we thought that’s what it really was One time, Michael Rollins decided to steal it and take it on the playground"

His words rolled over me like the sea sounds on the white-noise machine we once had I didn’t think I was tired, but his story kept skipping parts, and I realized that it wasn’t hi to snatch me away

~´♥`~

Gavin was still on the chair, looking at his phone, when I woke up

"Hey, sleepyhead"

"No word from my parents?" I tried to prop ht am"

"Oh, so I didn’t sleep long"

"Nope"

"I’hed "I wish I could do that"

"I guess they have s But I would expect to see them anytime now"

I fumbled for the button to the bed and buzzed the head up a little so it was easier to breathe "I did get loose of the social worker, at least"

"Really?" A dark expression crossed his face

"You think I should talk to her?"

"No, no I mean, not unless you want to" He stuffed his phone back in his pocket

"I just want to get out of here"

"Me too"

A knock at the door made us both tense up "Playtime’s over," I said

But the face that peeked in wasn’t tails

"Tina?" I pushed the button to sit up even more "You’re here already?"

"They flew me in for a thirty-day contract If it works out, they’ll keep me on"

"Really?"

"Yup I set up the art room yesterday, but you were in ICU, so I couldn’t see you" She stood at the end of the bed, all respectable looking in a blue ribbed sweater and long black skirt Only when I saw her legs did I see her personality in her outfit -- black-and-blue-striped leggings

She turned to Gavin "You must be the boy"