"And get away from foster homes forever," Raven added.
"By stealing your foster parent's car, though?" "He's not exactly Mr. Clean," Raven continued. "Well," Clarence Glashalter said, gazing at his
paper work, "apparently, he's Mr. Forgiveness. I was
just told that he is willing to drop all charges against
you if you will all return to the home. He's flying out
here to pick up his automobile."
"Return? I'd rather go to jail," Raven said. Glashalter looked at all of us and saw a similar
desire. He shook his head.
"He claims his wife is ve
ry fond of you all and
has been very upset, sick actually over this. They
don't sound like monsters to me. Besides, I don't think
you want to go to jail for stealing a car," he added
with a smile.
"Yes, we do. We'll survive," Raven insisted.
"As long as we're together, we'll survive. We're
sisters."
"I understand that," Clarence Glashalter said.
He shook his head. "But the four of you won't be
going to the same place."
Butterfly moaned and looked at me and then
Raven with desperation.
"This isn't funny It's not some game we're
playing, girls."
"What do we have to do?" Crystal asked
quickly.
"You have to apologize and go back and
behave yourselves. I might get you on probation then.
It bodes well for you that you helped that family just
now," he added.