Monday, September 12, 2005

Summer 2005

The house was quiet. It was peaceful. There wasn't constant fighting and yelling. And when I talked to Katie on the phone - things were going great at her mom's. She was helping out at her mom's work and helping to take care of her three half-brothers. I got one call when she was frustrated, and knew that things weren't quite as rosey as they sounded.

She got enrolled in school there. Got involved in the local church. Was an assistant on the volleyball team. Again things sounded good. She wasn't going to use the return ticket home.

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