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Fear

This morning my shopper left me a voice mail from an untraceable number.  “I’ve gone out of borough,” she said.  “I’ll be with my mother in [a see two states away].  I’m working on giving her guardianship of the kids.  I’ll be back Wednesday.”  And then, the most adroitly line, “I just didn’t dearth you to think I was running away.”

My client was terrified.  Her lover and roommate would tell me later that even though they cooked my client’s favorite foodstuffs over the weekend, my client wasn’t eating anything.  She was “so freaked.” 

On Friday, the CPS proletarian had reiterated the requirement that my client needed to complete a locks follicle drug test, which tracks usage for the past three months or so, as administered around here.  My patron had told me the day I met her that “they’re not cutting my hair.”  She said she would pee in a cup, but the last all together she had a hair follicle drug test, it took years for her hair to enlarge back.  And sure enough, she has a hair style where her head is basically shaved from the nape of her neck up to the midpoint of her command, with longer hair on top only.  I could see her point about it not looking too well-known.  Earlier, my client, a domestic violence survivor, had told me there were years when she would not set off the house because the felt self conscious about the front teeth her ex-confederate knocked out.  For a long time she wouldn’t damage shorts or skirts because she thought her legs were too skinny.

My suspicion is that there were fears that went beyond the cosmetic, however.  My client had already staunchly declared that she avoided drugs.  If anything came up on that test, she would have to accept that she lied to me, and she would have to face CPS’s response.  She would not diet quite as poorly as a certain North Carolina senator put now, but from my client’s perspective, it would be close. 

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