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She wore a bright yellow dress, my favorite
color, and a string of tiny pearls around her neck.
She looked like every other potential mommy I
had seen except for the wheelchair and the tiny
little shoes she wore. Although I'd never seen
ballet shoes before, I thought that was what they
were. If she was in a wheelchair, why was she
wearing ballet shoes? I wondered.
Mr. Delorice pushed her right up to me. I was
too fascinated to move, much less speak. Why
would a woman in a wheelchair want to adopt a
child my age?
"Mr. and Mrs. Delorice, this is Janet Taylor.
Janet,Mr. and Mrs. Delorice."
"Hello," I said, obviously not loud enough to
please Mrs. McGuire. She gestured for me to j
stand and I scrambledout of the chair. |
"Please, dear, call us Sanford and Celine," the|
pretty woman said. She held put her hand and l|
took it gingerly, surprised at how» firmly she held;|
her fingers around mine. For a moment we onl^
looked at each other. Then I glanced up at S
ford Delorice.
He was looking down at me, his eyes openi]
bit wider to reveal their mixture of brown
green. He had his hair cut very short, which m
his skinny face look even longer and narrower.
was wearing a dark gray sports jacket with not
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and a pair of dark blue slacks. The upper two
buttons on his white shirt were open. I thought it was to give his very prominent Adam's apple
breathing space.
"She's perfect, Sanford, just perfect, isn't she?"
Celine said, gazing at me.
"Yes, she is, dear," Sanford replied. He had his
long fingers still wrapped tightly around the handles
of the wheelchair as if he was attached or
afraid to let go.
"Did she ever have any training in the arts?"
Celine asked Mrs. McGuire. She didn't look at
Mrs. McGuire when she asked. She didn't look
away from me. Her eyes were fixed on my face,
and although her staring was beginning to make
me feel creepy, I was unable to look away.
"TheartsT
"Singing, dancing... ballet, perhaps?" she
asked.
"Oh no, Mrs. Delorice. The children here are
not that fortunate," Mrs. McGuire replied, s