Dwicky arrived at the meeting a few minuted before the last of the called faculty arrived. By the looks on the faces of Mr. Rawhearty adn the grade counselors, you knew something was up. The counselors had teh scoop, but most of teh faculty had only a vague idea of what was going on. Despite their level of knowledge, they all semed rather uneasy. Mr. Rawhearty finally started once the last member settled in.
"As you all know, the local foster him is being closed for multiple reasons. As a result, there are going to be many homeless youth.s. About 24 to be exact. The beighboring homes in adjacent cities already have limited room, so we are reyling on adoption and providers to help temporarily home some of the youth. By this time next week, all of the youth who haven't found a home, or who weren't able to get into another foster facility,will need a temporary, "he paused, "or permanent home. We are aware that many of you already have families, or just can't take in youth, but we hope some of you can."
"None of this was in our contracts." said Mrs. Reimer.
This isn't mandatory, Sue. We are simply gathered heere to help spready the knowledge of this unfortunate up and comming. There are few members of the community we can trust to take in some of these youth for a little while. Teachers are amongst the most trusted. Cops used to be, but uh, "he raised his brows breifly, "Community icons are what we are looking for. Already, the Heubourns volenteered to take in three of the youth. We al remember the Heubourns, don't we?"
Some of the faculty nodded. The Heubourns are a wealthy family, always ready to donate to any and every charity in any and every way. The attend festivals and have their own stands wehre they hold games and sell goods like Mrs. Heubourns pies, jellies and spices, old fashioned things, or Mr. Heubourns woodcrafts. Teh money then goes to the foster homes and cancer funds. Yeah, they still haven't found a cure for that yet. It was a Heubourn tradition since they first arrived in Villesburg back in teh 1820s, centries ago.
"But how do you know you can trust these people! They could be closet offenders!" Mr. Tarry spoke up.
"Good question! Of course, the faculty have constant backround checks. Nobody with certain offenses are permitted to take in youth."
The group seemed satisfied, trusting that nothign would develop and so didn't ask about it. It was pretty clear what they city was looking for in their candidates.
"So, when you leave, there are forms there on the table beside the door. They are available two days before the deadline, which is next Wednesday." he concluded.
Withen a few more minutes, things were sorted out to a good extent, and everybody began to file out. The entire time, Dwicky had this thought clamped between his hemispheres. He was perfectly capable of taking in a youth, but the question was whether he could keep it up. The money that was provided to the home from the city and donations would be split amongst the shelter providers. If there are few youth, then the providers would have plenty for the youth. The more of them however, the moeny would become strained. The city may put in more, but they can only give so much.
On his way out, he grabbed up a form as well as most of the otehr faculty members.
Karma would be sweet.