Learning from a New Family
I knew a little bit about the home. My foster parent was a woman in her early forties. Seven years ago she had taken in another foster kid, and recently had adopted her. She was a girl, sixteen, two years older than me. I had just reached the age where I was becoming interested in girls, rather than avoiding them. Still, I doubted it would turn out that way with this girl. It was the second week of summer, which meant she'd be the only person around my age I'd be likely to see. Once...