Broken Wings 2 - Midnight Flight by Andrews, C. (popular books to read .TXT) 📕

There, a division of juvenile justice will see to your counseling.

“Robin, you have a direct flight to Nashville.”

“I do?”

“Your mother will meet you at the airport and the same will be true for you.”

“Mother darling wants to meet me at the airport? Y'all sure about that?”

“Your families have all been told something about the events that have just transpired, and some of what you have been going through at the ranch.”

“Mother darling will probably write a song about it,” Robin told me.

I smiled gently, but my eyes were on Alex, who was looking at me.

"Phoebe, your uncle and aunt have refused to accept custody and responsibility for you. I'm sorry. Arrangements have been made for you to be with foster parents in Atlanta. They'll be greeting you at the airport and you will have a direct flight. The same counseling and overseeing will take place there for you. Arrangements will be made concerning your schooling. They are, I've been told, a very nice couple, whose children are all grown and out of the house. They're actually looking forward to taking you into their home. I hope you will respect that and it will work out for you.

“Well, then,” she added, standing, “any questions I can answer for you?”

“Yeah,” Teal said. “Why were we born?”

“That, I'm afraid, is a question you'll have to answer for yourself, dear. I wish you all the best of luck. There are cars outside waiting to transport you three to the different terminals and the different flights. Why don'tyou all freshen up, go to the bathroom, and come out in ten minutes or so, okay?”

She smiled and then left us just like anyone who had unloaded a burden would leave us, her shoulders relaxing, her body softening, her mind rushing to think about something pleasurable that awaited her when she returned home from work and could put us out of mind forever and ever. I envied her for being able to do that.

“Anyone want to go to the bathroom?” Teal asked.

“Not me,” Robin said. “Phoebe?”

“I'm not used to bathrooms inside,” I said, “without something crawling around the toilet.”

They laughed.

“You're such an idiot,” Teal said.

“And what are you?” Robin asked her. “Besides a spoiled brat, that is?”

Teal pretended to think. “Nothing else. That seems to be enough for now.”

We laughed again.

“The first thing my mother is going to ask me,” Teal said as we started out of the room, “is what did I do to my hair? It would never occur to her that someone else would have done it to me. I'll be kept locked up until she thinks I look good enough to be out in public again.”

“Were you ever good enough?” Robin asked her.

“Oh, listen to her? I hope your mother does write a song about Dr. Foreman's School and sings it to you every night.”

“I might write it for her,” Robin said.

A man in a suit who looked like another FBI agent waited at the front door of the building. Alex, apparently, was already gone.

He opened the door and began assigning the cars. They were parked in a line at the sidewalk, and the drivers of each looked bored to death. We paused.

It was dark now. There were stars, but they weren't as bright or as numerous as the stars in the desert sky. Streetlights and other lights washed them out.

“You're probably going to be better off than both of us, Phoebe. You'll have people who actually want you,” Teal said.

“My daddy wanted me. I think in her own way my mama tried to want me, did want me very much once,” I said, smiling.

They looked at me, each of them thinking of times when they had felt the same way about their parents, I'm sure.

“Let's get moving, girls,” the man behind us ordered.

Robin pressed her lips together. Her eyes watered.

Teal looked away quickly.

“You know,” I said, “I almost feel like thanking Dr. Foreman.”

“For what?” Teal said, turning back quickly.

“For ourselves,” I said.

“Yeah, well, if either of you see me on a street in Beverly Hills or Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, pretend we never met, will you?” Teal said.

She took a step toward her car, then turned and hugged Robin. They held each other as if they thought when they let go they'd fall into a dark hole.

Teal did the same to me and I held her tightly, too. Then Robin and I hugged.

None of us spoke. We looked at each other as if for the first time ever, then they turned to their vehicles.

Hagoone, I thought as they got into their cars.

Just before I got into mine, a sparrow landed on itshood, tapped proudly in a small circle, then lifted into the wind, looking like it could fly to the stars.

I watched it.

And then I got into the car, embraced myself, and snuggled into a corner of the seat.

I looked out the window, but I saw nothing but my own face reflected in the glass.

Then I fingered the small turquoise stone and smiled.

Natani's drum followed me all the way to my new home.

EpilogueDear Freaks,

I guess you didn 't expect to hear from me, especially in the form of a letter, but all that writing experience at Dr. Foreman's School has paid off. Ha! Ha!

Seriously, I actually received an A in English this quarter. I'm doing well in all my classes, even math. Every time I receive a good grade for anything in any class, I thank Gia.

I figured the only reason I haven't heard from either of you was you didn't know my address, especially since I didn't know it myself when we parted. Why else would you have ignored me all this time? Unless, of course, you're both doing time in some maximum security institution for continuing to violate every law possible.

I haven't so much as been reprimanded inclass, and I haven't been late to school or to any class. No one is more shocked about that than I am.

You know what frightens me the most