Oscar "Boss" Hall was surprised to hear that his lawyer was coming in to see him. It couldn't be about the trial. The case was open and shut as far as anyone was concerned. Especially after his escape stunt. It was worth it to see Johnny smile like that though. There wasn't a whole lot the public defender could do. The sheep was clearly on the verge of quitting law all together. Still he should see what was up. That's what being boss meant.

"Mr. Hall," the lawyer set down his brief case. Boss was leaning back against the wall as comfortably as he could.

"Mr. Branch," Boss greeted with a lazy wave.

"It's Birch,"

"I'm just teasing, Birch. Sense of humor helps in this place. Sort of," Boss waved him off.

"Considering I am here about your son you might want to take this a little more seriously," Birch said crossing his arms.

"Is Johnny alright? What happened?" Boss planted his hands on the table. His mind already calculating the fastest way to escape the prison.

"He is alright. However I have been contacted by Child Protective Services. They sent someone over to take him to his foster home. He wasn't there. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Birch asked.

"Probably at school. Kid isn't like his old man. Johnny is going to make something of himself. That starts with graduating high school next year," Boss said.

"I saw him sing, pretty impressive," Birch smiled.

"I don't want to see him end up in foster care like I did. Isn't there something you can do?" Boss asked.

"Could his Mom-"

"She died, a long time ago," Boss' steady gaze silenced any pity or questions the sheep had.

"Any extended family?" Birch fiddled with his tie.

"Just his maternal grandmother, but she would be worse than most foster homes," He cringed remembering some of Gabby's stories. She had been a singer too. Its where Johnny got his natural talent, Boss should have noticed it sooner. Her mother had been relentless in the pursuit of the perfection of Gabby's voice. That wasn't the life he wanted for Johnny.

"Is there anyone you trust and who would be willing to become Johnny's legal guardian? A friend of the family? An old school friend?" Birch asked.

"No there's-" thinking about his wife brought back thoughts of how they met and how she had died. There had been one person Gabby had trusted to watch Johnny when they needed her to. Only one person who had willingly looked after Johnny throughout the course of Gabby's disease.

"Mr. Hall?" Birch asked.

"There is one person. I've not talked to her since…for a very long time. She's the only one I'd trust and might be willing to look after Johnny," Boss said. He just hoped she would agree. They hadn't exactly parted on friendly terms. There was no telling where she lived now.

"Great, what's her contact information?" Birch took out a pen an paper.

"I don't even know if she is in the same city. She's probably married with a family of her own by now. You'd have to search for her," Boss warned.

"I'll do my best," Birch promised. He looked more alive then he had throughout the rest of their interactions.

"She was a young pig by the name of Rosita Chavez,"

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