lets not go there

Well, Gabby was listening.

There was an argument in the kitchen. She wondered if she should get Rico. Only, he was on his headphones doing homework. She hugged herself tight as if this might be the unexpected breaking point.

There was a crash, but she couldn't think it would be the left-overs from dinner. But it was. She opened the kitchen swinging door.

Gabby could see her Foster mom was in tears. Her Foster dad was trying to console her, but she wouldn't let him.

Gabby sighed deeply. She reached for a phone in her back pocket.

Finally, her Foster dad looked up and saw her in the doorway. Naturally, Gabby hurried to the livingroom, and plopped on the couch, clicked on the TV as if he'd only seen a figment of his imagination.

"I'm not sure you want to be here...well, maybe you shouldn't be here." He got the phone. Thankfully, he was talking to Will's step-mom Clare.

Gabby's eyes remained bright.

"You..you..you don't want me anymore?" She should have guessed it. This sort of thing happened, usually ... like a surprise she didn't see coming.

"No..no..just .. just for the night." He smiled giving her some sort of assurance, that it wouldn't happen.

She wanted to believe him. She did, but she was certain it was hopeless. It usually was.