only been into this a week, and there were already pages and pages about me. Gerri was pretty and black and made-up like a model in a red knit suit that would have been perfect on Diana. She said the right things, but I didnât think she cared much about me. Iâd heard that she had about sixty other kids to deal with.
âOkay, I found it. Youâve got to take your temperature twice a day, seven a.m. and five p.m., and keep a record of it. Then, every two weeks, on Fridays, you go in to see Dr. Gregory. The hospital will do periodic blood work and bone scans, unless things turn sour before then. And donât go to Europe or Bermuda or anywhere. That about covers it.â
âItâs just so ridiculous, Gerri. Iâm going to be fine. Iâm a lot better already, thank God. And youâve met my uncles. Canât you just see them bringing me to the hospital every two weeks to see Dr. Gregory?â
Gerri pressed her lips together as if she were blotting her lipstick. Iâd never seen anyone with such deep, wide lips, which she outlined in a dark brown shade. âSure, I can see it, Miriam, because you and I donât have any choice in the thing. Itâs like the judge is king, and he says how itâs gotta be in his kingdom. We just do what he says. Ask your lawyer; heâll tell you. Itâs because youâre what we call a CINC.â
âI know, Iâve heard it nine hundred times this weekâa Child In Need of Care, like neglected and abused children. But thatâs just it, Gerri. Iâm seventeen and not exactly a child. In seven months Iâll be voting.â
âYes, but SRS can legally maintain custody until youâre twenty-one.â
âAnyway, Iâm not abused or neglected. Iâve got a good, loving family and church. They take care of me.â
âFact is, Miriam, thatâs not the way Judge Bonnell sees it. He says your family is neglecting you by not treating your disease.â
I picked up my suitcase and winced in pain. Naturally, it didnât escape her.
âYouâre hurting, girl. Whatâs your family doing about that? They seeing that you get some pain pills? They getting you treatment for that bone tumor? Are they even giving you vitamins to build yourself back up? If theyâre not, it looks like neglect to the rest of us who donât have a fax machine directly to God. Now, Iâll stop by your home later to see youâre settled in and to tell your mother what she has to do.â
Just before Uncle Benjamin was due to pick me up, Brother James came to pray with me. He put his hands on my head. Usually he smelled of strong soap or of the faintly rusty odor of outdoor labor, but there was something different this time. I couldnât place it.
âGuide this child through the days ahead,â he said, in his smooth, reassuring voice. âVisit her every hour of every day and hasten her return to strength. Give her caretakers the benefit of Your wisdom and compassion. Above all, ease her doubt, sweet Jesus, ease her doubt so the pain in her body and in her heart may be lifted. A-men.â
âA-men,â I repeated and opened my eyes. What smelled different? A new shirt, something on his hands? âMr. Bergen was here,â I said. âI like him.â
âGood, good.â Brother James seemed distracted, with his hands jammed into his pockets and his shoulders hunched up. Or impatient, like someone waiting for a late bus.
âI was wondering how you picked Mr. Bergen, or did he pick us? Or did someone send him to us?â
âSomeone surely sent him.â Brother James took one hand out of his pocket and pointed to the ceiling, which meant beyond the ceiling. âThe Lord always provides. Mr. Bergen is good, the best there is, because his specialty is civil rights. Your rights are being violated, child, and your familyâs rights, and your religious rights, and these
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