Gracie's Choice Page #4

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He showed up last night. I don't know him.

I swear to you,

I didn't know he had any drugs!

No! Are they gonna kill Mom?

- No, baby, they're not. She'll be back.

- Gracie, do something!

Please, Gracie!

Okay, boys, Ryan and Jonny

in the first van.

- Wait.

- You and your sister, come with me.

No, no, you can't separate us.

Just for a few days

until this gets straightened out.

- Gracie, do something!

- No, you don't understand. He's fragile.

- Ladies, don't make this worse than it is!

- Gracie, this is all your fault!

- You should have kept your mouth shut!

- Where are you taking him?

- No!

- Let go of him!

He's deathly afraid

of people he doesn't know!

- Please call my grandma!

- Ryan, Ryan, don't get in the van!

Please call my grandmother!

- Don't take him! No, no!

- Please call my grandma!

Let me go! Open the door!

Open the door!

Stop it!

Open the door!

You can't do this!

Get undressed.

Put your bags on the counter.

I put all your stuff in paper bags. You get

everything back when you check out.

This is for your hair. Lice.

- We don't have lice.

- You don't know.

Scrub, or I'm gonna do it for you.

Hit the showers.

Did you see her eyes?

Cat-woman.

At least this smells better

than that stuff Mom used to spray on us.

Yeah, roach spray.

How many kids in this world

get sprayed with roach poison?

It probably got into our genes,

and our kids will be deformed.

Can you believe Mom's in jail?

They're probably spraying her too.

- That'll show her, huh?

- What goes around comes around.

- You could say that again.

- What goes around comes around.

Wake time is 6 a. m. Breakfast is at 7.

General clean up at 8.

You have to be washed,

combed, beds made.

You'll get your assignments for chores:

Kitchen, laundry, restrooms, showers.

- Okay, you're in here. Not you.

- Wait a sec.

- We wanna be together.

- There are no beds together.

We can sleep in the same bed.

- Don't give me a hard time.

- It's not a problem. I wanna...

- No, I wanna...

- Take her.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Let go!

- Gracie! Gracie!

- I just wanna...

- No, Rose!

Don't hurt her!

Move it!

Come on! Come on!

- Are you okay?

- It was freezing in that horrible, little room.

- And they kept the lights on all night.

- Poor baby.

So cold in her little, padded cell.

She's so special, she got

the only single in the hall.

I don't think I can handle this, Gracie.

- She doesn't think she can handle this.

- It's all right, Rose.

- Three. Bigger! Come on, girls.

What about the boys? Do you think

they're going through this?

- Poor little Robbie.

- Poor little Robbie?

- Who's he?

- Another sister, probably.

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