The room where he was to meet the boy was painted a cheery blue, its walls covered with posters promoting the county's foster care program, but David Coleman barely noticed any of it as he walked in, escorted by the social worker. He was too nervous. The two men made their way to the maroon couch, and David eased his lanky frame onto it. They made small talk for a few seconds, and then the social worker looked at his watch and stated the obvious: The boy was late.Page 56:
In reply, Anton said, "Can I just go to my old apartment and get my things?""Afraid not, son.":The excerpts are from an uncorrected proof and may differ from the final publication.
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