And I like it.
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About a week ago, she packed up and decided she no longer wanted to live here -- and that I should take her to a homeless shelter. So we loaded up in the mini-van and headed to downtown Dallas, since that's the only homeless shelter I knew of.
Of course, they don't take seventeen-year-olds in adult shelters. So we visited about four or five different locations, all of whom did not take her. She was rather miffed that we had to go back home.
Before you gasp quietly to yourself, please realize that I cried my eyes out the entire time, and that it kills me to do these kinds of things.
Visits to places like these, when you're underage, triggers a ping in the social services system. So we're being investigated by Child Protective Services. Tomorrow, Isaac and Alice get interviewed by the lead investigator. Last Tuesday, a team arrived unannounced at the house to check on Martha. Rick gladly escorted them upstairs to her domain, then left them to enjoy the sights and smells and other welcoming behaviors. Of course, she had nothing to say to them and told them where to get off.
The lead investigator spoke to me on the phone the next day and told me a couple of places that we needed to call to have her placed.
The interviews with Isaac and Alice tomorrow are really just formalities, because she has to complete the picture. I'm cool with that, honestly.
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And I promise, I have pleasant things to post! But only after I get the yearbook submitted to the publisher.
