He picked up his cell to make the call, and it began ringing in his hand. Olivia. Again. She had this annoying philosophy of blowing up his phone repe...itively, thinking he would answer eventually. If I didn’t answer the first time, and I didn’t call you back, what makes you think I’m going to answer this time?! he thought. He hit ignore and dialed the number for the apartment on the computer screen. An older man picked up on the other end, just as his phone beeped in his ear, indicating a call. Like they were part of some alternate past I had. It’s really weird.”“Who?”“Brittany’s Aunt Sophie. She likes to dance and she’s hot.”“You’re going to Brittany’s for another lesson this week, aren’t you?”“Yes.”“Watch her closely. Is she signaling anything other than teaching you to dance? She’s hot? Like Brittany?”“Well, Brittany is really cute, but she’s also really young, and she’s a quarter Latina. Sophie is half Latina—Brittany’s mother’s sister. And yeah. Maybe it’s just the dancing, but. I’m so sorry...” She rubbed her eyes.“No, sweetie, don’t be; I think it’s natural to have that reaction. Shit! That only happened three days ago! You’re still raw over that. Yeah. You were fuckin’ scared. Of course you’re getting those feelings. It took me months to get over what I saw, when I was in my other school. I hated it, really did. Not being naked, that didn’t matter to me a lot, but the other crap I had to see. Hell, some of those kids, even some guys, were scared shitless.”Amelia. His chin dug into his chest as he tapped his fingers on his thighs. But his head popped up when the judge finally spoke."Mrs. Hudson," the judge said after looking up from his papers, "our main concern is for the child. We have checked and there are no living relatives so our choice is to put him up for adoption." He looked at Jimmy and said solemnly, "It's not often a 12-year-old gets adopted." Then he turned back to Gail. "We've interviewed the boy and he wants to live with you. You are.