standing in the open doorway.
âOff you go, then,â said the boy. âI hope they find your Grandma.â
Belladonna nodded to him in what she hoped was a discreet manner and joined Mrs. Lazenby.
âWere you talking to someone, dear?â
âNo,â said Belladonna. âJust ⦠you know ⦠telling myself a story.â
Mrs. Lazenby nodded but looked unconvinced and a little worried. Great, thought Belladonna, now she thinks Iâm a loony .
âHave a seat.â
Belladonna sat in the only other chair in the tiny office.
âThis is Miss Kitson,â said Mrs. Lazenby. âSheâs a colleague of mine.â
âHave you found my grandmother?â asked Belladonna.
âNo, dear. Though according to our records, you also have an aunt, living in London. Why didnât you tell us about her?â
Belladonna looked from one to the other and shrugged. It was late, she was tired, and she just couldnât think of stories or excuses anymore. All she wanted to do was go home and get into her own bed and have this all be over.
âWell, as it happens, we havenât been able to reach her either,â said Mrs. Lazenby in a tone that implied that if Belladonna had mentioned it earlier, they would certainly have been able to do so.
âSoâ¦,â began Belladonna with a sinking heart, âwhat does that mean? Are you going to send me to an orphanage?â
âNo, dear,â said Miss Kitson, smiling. âWe try not to do that these days. The family unit is important, so we try to place our ⦠clients with families.â
âFamilies?â
âTemporarily,â said Mrs. Lazenby quickly. âFoster homes, theyâre called.â
âBut, I donât want to.⦠My Grandma will be back; she mustâve just gone somewhere. Have you looked?â
âOf course weâve looked,â said Mrs. Lazenby. âAnd if sheâs still missing by this time tomorrow, weâll let the police know that sheâs a missing person, but until then, we have to deal with you. That is, we need to find you some nice people to stay with.â
Belladonna just stared at them. She knew that if she tried to speak, sheâd burst into tears.
âMost of our foster parents are up to their ears, unfortunately,â said Miss Kitson cheerfully. âBut by sheer chance, the Proctors are completely available.â
Belladonna didnât say anything. The two women looked at each other.
âThe Proctors are really wonderful people,â said Mrs. Lazenby, patting the fat file in front of her. âYouâre a very lucky girl.â
âTheyâve been on our books for years,â added Miss Kitson. âAnd they live quite close by, so thereâll be no problems with school.â
âSo,â said Mrs. Lazenby, standing up, âletâs get you over there and into a warm bed. Iâm sure things will look much better in the morning.â
Miss Kitson jumped to her feet as well, as if their display of energy would make Belladonna feel better, which of course it couldnât.
She picked up her backpack and stood up slowly. Mrs. Lazenby steered her out of the office, pulling a face at Miss Kitson on the way that she thought Belladonna couldnât see but which communicated her feeling that this particular âclientâ was being just a bit too sulky and ungrateful for her liking.
âBest of luck!â called Miss Kitson brightly as they disappeared into the maze of cubicles and corridors. âNot that youâll need it!â
Belladonna followed Mrs. Lazenby back toward the entrance. It was dark outside now and even the air inside felt cold. She glanced to her left as they neared the front door and found herself looking into the break room. There were old couches, chairs, and tables scattered about and a television suspended from one wall. It was playing cartoons and there was the ghost
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations