I stayed in my room most of Saturday. I did not want to see Aunt Mary's disappointed face. I tried my hardest to remember what happened the previous afternoon. But, still was drawing a blank.
She stepped into my room with a sandwich for lunch.
"Hungry?"
"No." I said smiling gently.
"Alright." She said setting it on the end table next to my bed. "It's here if you want it. Marshall needs some help. For being a genius, he's not that smart. I'll be back okay?"
I nodded.
Mary walked into the office.
"Stan?" She asked.
"Hm?"
"Have we reached a decision?"
"About what? I've made a lot of decisions this week."
"Regarding my niece."
"You know the rules."
"But this is different circumstances."
"I know. I tried to explain that to the people in Washington."
"Where is she gonna go?"
"Foster care."
"Really? Look, I love people willing to take care of other people's kids. I think it's needed, and it's a good system, when it works correctly. But what people are going to really care of a fifteen year old pregnant girl who also is in witness protection?"
"I know, I tried to explain that."
"I still think you need to tell her who her Dad was." Marshall said.
"No one asked you." Mary said sarcastically.
Aunt Mary got home, slammed the front door. That was never good news.
I came out of my room with a downcast expression. "I'm not staying, am I?"
"No. Come on, I'll help you pack."
"I never unpacked. I knew I wouldn't stay."
