A visitor

Alice paid her bills early that morning, then oversaw the installation of a sink in what was going to be a bathroom as soon as she got enough money together. The installer had just left when a strange car pulled up and stopped. As she approached the car she got a sinking feeling. A nicely dressed woman had stepped out of the car. Alice knew before the woman said anything that she was a social worker.



"Ms. Bindiver?" the woman said slightly questioningly. Alice almost corrected the pronunciation of her name but stopped herself. Bindiver (prounounced Bin-da-vur)sounded so much nicer than "Bin dIv eR."

"Yes," Alice responded immediately regretting the admittance. "Can I help you?" she asked nervously.

"I am here about your daughter. Did you know she was pregnant?" the woman asked. "Well I can see by the look on your face that you did not," the woman said in response to the bewilderment that showed on Alice's face.

"My daughter?" Alice exclaimed questioningly. About that time Alice noticed a teenage girl in the back seat of the car. The girl was looking at her pleadingly and she saw the girl mouth the word "Please." Alice did not know what was going on but she had seen the girl around.

The social worker went on speaking, ignoring the interruption. She was obviously use to ignoring confused parents. "Yes, your daughter was pregnant. Last night she gave birth to a little girl. Since the baby was premature it was touch and go for a while but it appears she will be fine. Your daughter is far to young to handle raising a baby by herself. I understand she ran away when she found out she was pregnant. We will release her back into your custody, but she will be on probation. She must go back to school and maintain at least a C average. You will need to make sure that does so, and that she obeys curfew rules. The infant will be relinquished to you as soon as she is released from doctor's care. You will be considered the baby's mother. Please sign here." The social worker held out some papers.

Alice automatically took the papers, "What are these?" she asked.

"Adoption papers," the woman responded. "Your daughter is too young to raise the child so you will be legally responsible for her. Just sign here and here." The woman said shoving a paper in Alice's trembling hand.

Alice signed the papers without really reading them and before she knew it the social worker had left and there standing on her sidewalk was an obviously frightened teen. She was young, barely more than a girl.




Simmers Notes:
Daisy; Family Oriented, Hopeless Romantic, Athletic, Coward. She likes classical music, hamburgers and the color white.