Seth stuck his hands in his pockets and lifted his chin. He didn't want to be there, didn't want to talk to anybody.
At Grace's he'd been able to just sit on her little stoop, be alone with his thoughts.
Even when she'd come out for a little while and sat beside him with Aubrey on her knee,
she'd let him be.
Because she understood he'd wanted to be quiet.
Sea Swept
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What I hope
is that by sharing the tips for foster parents that follow — what hurt and what
helped — I can ease the delicate transition from “home” to “foster home."
Here's what
I really wish I could have said to those foster parents:
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The smile, Phillip noted, came much more quickly and easily than it had a few months before. But there was a gap in it.
"Hey." Phillip butted a finger on the bill of the cap. "Lose something?"
"Huh?"
Phillip tapped a finger against his own straight, white teeth.
"Oh, yeah." With a typical Quinn shrug, Seth grinned, pushing his tongue into the gap. His face was fuller than it had been six months before, and his eyes less wary.
Inner Harbor
"Hey." Phillip butted a finger on the bill of the cap. "Lose something?"
"Huh?"
Phillip tapped a finger against his own straight, white teeth.
"Oh, yeah." With a typical Quinn shrug, Seth grinned, pushing his tongue into the gap. His face was fuller than it had been six months before, and his eyes less wary.
Inner Harbor