Patricia was such a cute little girl.
Patricia’s father had killed her mother and then he had killed himself. A neighbor rescued her.
Patricia had no family remaining who would or could take her in. She became a ward of the state.
My wife Domenica and I took Patricia in as a foster child. We needed the money.
I felt so sorry for Patricia. She was so sweet after all she had been through. I could only imagine the therapy she would need in later life.
My little half-breed Pitt Bull named Napoleon seemed charmed by Patricia but when Patricia played with her imaginary friend, Napoleon would bark. And whenever Napoleon barked, Domenica would say, “Get rid of that dog!”
I asked Patricia, “What is your friend’s name?” And she answered so sweetly and matter-of-factly, “Tempest.”
I said, “What a…
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