“There for,â€? the judge continued, “I grant custody of Dewey Sherwood,â€? he glanced quickly down at Dewey, “to his biological mother, Emily Sherwood.â€? He slammed the gravel down on the plaque/slate thing and muttered a quick “court ajournedâ€?. He heard mrs. s gasp behind him in utter staged happiness. Dewey gazed over at his foster parents and stareed at their longing faces. He took a step to go say goodbye, but was interupted by mrs. s’ stern, controlling voice. “Come along, Dewey, we don’t want to be late for my flight.â€? He mouthed a goodbye to his ‘real’ parents and obidently followed mrs. s to her car.
He had only been living with her for 2 weeks during the custody hearing, and he had still insisted on not calling her mother. Which before, resulted him in firm spankings. He was eleven, not five. But there was no reasoning with mrs. s as she later informed him of adressing her as.
During those two weeks he had indured much.
The car rolled around to the front of the courthouse, and
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