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Chapter 3: Custody
Toad's head swam furiously. Dear Lord, I have a child. I have a fucking child! What in God's name have I done? What the bloody hell have I done? Shit, shit, SHIT. What in the hell am I supposed to do with it? I don't have to take it, do I? I can't possibly take it!
Noting the green man's shock, Mr. Hoyte began, "This is Doria Toynbee: your daughter. Now of course you have the option of rejecting custody, but Sandra had no family, so the girl would go to an orphanage. I'm not sure how well... you're kind does in that kind of place."
"Not good," muttered Toad, sadly.
"You could have custody exchanged to a friend or family member of yours, but... others and myself think it would be beneficial for the child to have a real parent raise her. You see... Doria's mother wasn't to keen on your kind. The temporary foster family noted... Here. Doria, could you come here a second?"
The girl walked over obediently, though her eyes never left her father. She made no protest or even notice as the man next to her lifted her right sleeve up to her shoulder. Mort's eyes widened. There was a distinct hand shaped bruise on his daughter's right arm. The lawyer then displayed an identical one on her left. It was then that he noticed a rather large cut in her hair. What did she do?
Toad stood up quickly, causing his chair to topple. "WHA' DID SHE DO? WHA' THE BLOODY HELL DID THA' WITCH DO TO THA' GIRL? WHO THE HELL DOES THA' TO A CHILD? HOW DARE SHE DO THA' TO MY DAUGHTER! AND WHY! 'CAUSE SHE'S GOT YELLOW EYES LIKE 'ER FATHER! THAT HORRIBLE BITCH!"
"Doria, why don't you leave us be for a bit? I'm sure Nancy will get you some soda-pop, alright?" Hoyte shooed the little girl from the explosive Brit.
"I'M GLAD SHE'S DEAD! IF SHE WEREN'T, I'D KILL 'ER!"
"Mr. Toynbee, I understand your anger, but if you'll please sit down..." He guided Mort to his now upright seat.
Mort panted with rage for a bit, shaking his head in disbelief. Finally, he looked up at the lawyer. "I'll take 'er."