I Spoke as a Child Chapter 13, a foster's home for imaginary friends fanfic

I Spoke as a Child

George Pollock, Jr.

Part 13

Frankie had noticed that her name on the envelope was written in black ink as "Miss Frances Foster." The response inside was written in a mature, authoritative hand on the back of her original note, which was written in blue and had a flustered feel.

The reply had a confident, decisive tone, as if the author knew exactly what to say and didn't need to reconsider it.

"Frankie:

"I'm horrified to hear what happened! MY GOD! Hope you're at least settled down by now. I know that doesn't mean everything is all right. My prayers are with you.

"Thanks for asking me to explain to Mac what happened. I wasn't happy that he's been going back to Foster's after I told him not to, but that's not important now.

"Mac's a smart kid for 9, and he might ask you more questions about this. (He asks a LOT of questions at home!) Please be patient with him.

"Anyway, you've survived, and that shows you're strong. Never forget that! DON'T call yourself a victim! Call me if you need anything to help you through this. Anytime. I know your grandmother loves you, but you might want to talk to someone closer to your age.

"I know this time won't be easy, but there's a lot of help out there for you. Here's a list of the rape counseling centers in town."

Below was a list of names, addresses and telephone numbers. She decided to review them later. Actually, she had received a similar list at the hospital that night last week.

She put the note down and considered reading her book again. She looked at it, covering the bottom of her groin. On one hand, she wanted to keep reading it.

But she couldn't help but think that for right now, she wanted to leave it right where it was.