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long, long night
Mar. 1st, 2007 09:27 pmthe little girl down the street - 10 years old, who walks with the blonde to school every single day and comes to play on weekends has a fight with her mom last night, decides on the way to school that she's not going to be going to after school care this afternoon, instead, she's going to her friend's house. Doesn't tell her mom.
I get a call on the way home from picking the blonde up, from Dane. The dad was over at our house, to see if this kid was over here - which she wasn't. Police were called, friends, family... I ask the blonde if she remembers the little girl saying ANYTHING this morning
we did the whole "close your eyes and think about what you guys talked about on the way to school". The blonde remembered that the little girl mentioned that she was gong to a friend's place.
"Okay, do you happen to remember what friend?" no. "close your eyes and think of the first letter. Does it start with A? B?" "S - she went to see Shady, I think". Thank GOD she mentioned it in passing to the blonde.
So, we get home, slam into the neighbor's driveway and yell - the cops pull up, I drive the rest of the way down the block, part, through my purse at Dane, grab the blonde and run back to tell them what we know - or, rather, what a nine year old remembers from 12 hours ago.
which could be something or the wild imaginings of a 9 year old
turns out - she was right. The kid gets home just fine.
it's been a LONG night and right now, except for my own, I hate children.
I get a call on the way home from picking the blonde up, from Dane. The dad was over at our house, to see if this kid was over here - which she wasn't. Police were called, friends, family... I ask the blonde if she remembers the little girl saying ANYTHING this morning
we did the whole "close your eyes and think about what you guys talked about on the way to school". The blonde remembered that the little girl mentioned that she was gong to a friend's place.
"Okay, do you happen to remember what friend?" no. "close your eyes and think of the first letter. Does it start with A? B?" "S - she went to see Shady, I think". Thank GOD she mentioned it in passing to the blonde.
So, we get home, slam into the neighbor's driveway and yell - the cops pull up, I drive the rest of the way down the block, part, through my purse at Dane, grab the blonde and run back to tell them what we know - or, rather, what a nine year old remembers from 12 hours ago.
which could be something or the wild imaginings of a 9 year old
turns out - she was right. The kid gets home just fine.
it's been a LONG night and right now, except for my own, I hate children.
