I felt sorrier for William and Jennifer, since they had to stay in the home, and told Marjorie so. She thought William eventually might be the one who came out of the family's self-imposed cocoon and eventually helped everyone, especially Aunt Clara.
"In therapy," Marjorie said, "it will all be exposed."
I didn't know whether to believe her or not, and at the moment, I couldn't think about anything else but what was happening to me. She saw how anxious I was and decided she would be the one to bring me to the new foster home herself.
"It's one of our best facilities," she explained the morning she drove me there. "It used to be a small hotel, and the couple who ran the hotel, Gordon and Louise Tooey, now run the home. The grounds are beautiful, and there is lots of room in the building?'
She made it sound as if I was going away to summer camp. She said there were other girls my age, and the school I would be attending nearby was one of the better schools in the state.
"Prospective adoptive parents come by frequently, too," she told me.
I didn't know if I wanted another mother. I had never had a father, and my experience with Uncle Reuben made me anxious about being in anyone else's control.
Why would someone come along now to adopt me, anyway? I thought. If I were a woman looking for a child to adopt, I would try to find one who was relatively young, one I could teach and develop. I wouldn't want a daughter who had lived the life I had already lived.
Marjorie saw the pessimism in my face but nevertheless talked continuously about the bright future that awaited me. She promised me that the worst was behind me. She assured me that the state would make sure I was never in the hands of someone as perverted and cruel as my uncle or as troubled as my mother.
"We don't let just anyone take in one of our children," she said, as if the state were a gigantic mother hen with eyes that really saw and examined and knew each and every one of her young chicks.
I was too tired and too depressed to argue or even to care. This would be the third school I would attend in less than six months. There would be new faces, faces with distrustful, cautious eyes. The hardest thing in the world was making a real friend, developing a relationship with another human being who trusted you and cared for you and had confidence that you trusted and cared for her as well. I really never had a friend like that, and now I wondered if I ever would.
A little more than an hour later, we drove up to a place called the Lakewood House. The first thing Marjorie had told me proved to be true. It was a very large building with the biggest wraparound porch I had ever seen. Marjorie helped me with my things and gazed at the grounds. She took a deep breath as if the air was fresher.
"Isn't it beautiful here? Look at the lake back there and the flowers. It's very nice that these people decided to become foster parents and share all this." Why would they? I wondered.
We started up the steps. There was a screen door, and the door behind it was open. We heard a woman's voice.
"Coming," she cried.
Marjorie opened the screen door, and we faced a tall brunette with shoulder-length hair. She looked about fifty, with vibrant and friendly blue eyes.
"This is Raven Flores," Marjorie said. "Raven, meet Louise Tooey."
"Hi, darlin'," Louise said, reaching for my free hand. "You just come right in. I know all about you," she continued in a soft, sad voice. Her eyes actually became teary. "What we are doing to our children," she remarked to Marjorie, and shook her head. She smiled at me again. "Come on. I'm going to introduce you right away to your roommate. Her name's Brooke, and I'm sure you two will be fast friends. We're like one big family here. We all look out for each other."
I gazed at Marjorie, who nodded and smiled again. I couldn't help being skeptical. I was like the girl who had so many unfulfilled promises that one more just weighed her down deeper into a well of sadness. I'd rather not be promised anything, I thought. Disappointment lingered in the shadows, hungry, eager, ready to pound on my little bit of hope.
"Louise," we heard, and looked up the stairway. "The toilet is running over again."
A tall, thin girl with braces and stringy dark hair looked down at us, her hands on her hips.
"And I wasn't the last one in there," she added quickly. "Please tell Gordon."
"All right, dear. Don't worry. I'll get him." Louise laughed. "They get so nervous when
something goes wrong. Gordon fixes everything so quickly. He should. He's been doing it long enough. I'll just take Raven upstairs," she told Marjorie, "and then come down to meet with you in the office."
"Fine. Good-bye, Raven," Marjorie said, hugging me. "You're going to be just fine," she said.
"I don't know why," I said. "I've never been before."
She and Louise exchanged troubled looks, and then I followed Louise up the stairs. The tall girl watched us for a moment before turning to hurry down the corridor. I imagined it was to announce my arrival. We stopped at a room on the left, and Louise knocked.
"Yes?" a voice called.
Louise opened the door.
"It's just Louise, Brooke, with your new roommate that I promised."
"Lucky me," Brooke replied. She looked up from the table upon which she had a tape recorder with its casing apart. It looked as if she was repairing it. When she set eyes on me, however, her head snapped around in a double-take, and she stopped what she was doing.
"This is Raven. Raven, this is Brooke. You two are about the same age, so I imagine you have a lot in common "
"I doubt it," Brooke said.
I smiled at her. "I doubt it, too."
"Oh. Well, Brooke will tell you all about the Lakewood House and introduce you to the other girls on the floor, won't you, Brooke?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course you do, dear."
"Come on," she said in a tired voice. "I'll fill you in on Horror Hotel."
"Brooke!"
"I'm just teasing, Louise. You know that," Brooke said.
"Of course you are. My girls love it here," Louise said. "I'll just go finish with Marjorie, and then I'll see you soon after," she told me. "Make yourself at home, dear."
She stepped out, closing the door behind her. Brooke and I stared at each other a moment. "You meet Gordon yet?" she asked. I shook my head. "I thought you looked too calm."
"Why? What's he like?"
"He's big, ugly, and mean. Otherwise, he's okay," she said.
I started to smile.
"Haven't you been at other homes?" she asked
"Just overnight at one. Before that, I've lived with family."
"Family? What happened?"
"It's a long story," I said dryly, "with a bad ending."
"Not yet," Brooke said.
"Excuse me?"
"The ending. It's not written yet."
I shrugged. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to fix Butterfly's tape recorder. Someone dropped it off the stairway. I think I know who."
"Butterfly?"
"She's across the hall with Crystal. You'll meet them soon. Put your stuff away. You can have half the closet and half the dresser. The bathroom's down the hall"
"Thanks," I said.
"Don't thank me Thank the state."
She fiddled with the tape recorder as I put things away.
Someone knocked.
"Enter Sesame," Brooke cried, and two girls entered, one small and dainty and the other wearing a pair of glasses with lenses thick as goggles. They both stared at me.
"We heard your roommate arrived," the taller, very intelligent-looking girl said. Her eyes were beady and intense. "I'm Crystal, and this is Janet. We call her Butterfly."
"Hi," Janet said softly. She looked like a doll magically brought to life. Why wouldn't someone have snatched her up by now? I wondered.
"Her name's Raven," Brooke said. "She's had a terrible family. life, and she's overjoyed about being brought here."
"Now, don't get her more depressed," Crystal ordered.
"We do fine here."
"Sure we do. We're the Three Orphanteers," Brooke said.
"Now four," Crystal corrected.
Brooke looked at me. "That's up to her," she said. I laughed. "What was it you said, do I have a choice?"
Brooke laughed. Butterfly beamed a smile, and Crystal shook her head.
"Let's go down and get some slop," Brooke decided, standing.
"Slop?"
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