![]() Mrs Thomas tried to ignore the despair in his voice and concentrated on the road there was nothing else she could say about it, nothing that would help. ‘September? But that’s over four weeks away.’ ![]() It all made anything she said sound hollow and weak, but she had to say something. In all there had been six sets of foster parents, but for one reason or another none of them had worked out: either they hadn’t liked him because he was too quiet and sullen, or more often he just hadn’t taken to them. And every time he was back in the Home within a year, sometimes within a month. Every time they were going to be ‘nice people’ in a ‘good home’. She knew her credibility must be wearing very thin. Mrs Thomas had known George all his life – ever since he first came to live at the Home when he was three years old, and this was a conversation she had been through with him every time she’d taken him to new foster parents. ‘Well, term starts again early in September – you’ll have to go back for that but they’re nice people, George, it’s a lovely place and I know they’re looking forward to having you.’ ‘When?’ George insisted, turning to look at her. ‘And anyway it’s good for you to get away sometimes – good for everyone. They’re all on holiday.’ She changed gear badly again and the Mini juddered along painfully at twenty miles an hour in top gear. ‘But George, there’s hardly anyone left at the Home – no one your age, anyway. They’ll keep you busy, I shouldn’t wonder.’ You’ve never lived on a farm before, have you, George?’ They work on the farm all by themselves, you know. ‘They’re really very nice people, George,’ she said. He felt his face flush, but it went away quickly. She half turned her head, and George looked away quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen him staring. Mrs Thomas had been his social worker for as long as he could remember, but he’d never noticed her legs before. She wore thick stockings that wrinkled at the ankles. He glanced down as Mrs Thomas changed gear, and he noticed that she had rather fat legs. THE CAR PURRED COMFORTABLY AND GEORGE was bored with looking out of the window.
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