Page 42 of The Foul Out

Her shoulders tightened and her jaw locked. “I’m not saying she can’t accept the grant.”

The grimace she was sporting made it clear it hurt to say those words. Fuck. If she knew I was personally paying for the services? She’d probably combust. It was a good thing I didn’t plan to tell her that.

“Good. You can run it all through Hope Speaks. She met a therapist she liked today. Ashley is qualified to do ABA and RDI.”

She opened her mouth, but before she could respond, I kept going.

“Kayla will set up a meeting so you can meet Ashley before she starts. I won’t be there, so no worries.”

Some of the wind left her sails. “Good.”

“Yup. So we’re good. No more bulldozing. Just the kids getting what they need.”

She sighed, her shoulders lowering. “Yes. Great. Thank you.” It still pained her to say it, but her grimace wasn’t quite so pronounced this time.

“You’re welcome.”

With her chin lifted, she stepped around me and into the classroom. That could have gone worse.

You added Dragon to the chat

Me: Hey, clicky-clicky and vote for my team.

Dragon: Why am I voting on dominos falling down?

Bambi: Look how cute the little one is it’s like that book. What’s it called the little train that could

Angel Boy: Engine.

Bambi: GIF of I think I can, I think I can

Me: Why is my lead shrinking? Did any of you vote?

Bambi: I voted for the little one

Me: That’s the wrong one.

Angel Boy: Grey made that one. I voted for it too.

New guy: Sorry Beckett and Cortney already cornered me and told me I had to vote and share their kids’ dominos thing.

Me: Team loyalty man

New guy: They’re the ones who pay me.

Bambi: Yeah don’t bite the fork that feeds you.

Dragon: It’s about a hand not a fork

New guy: Who the fuck eats people’s hands?

Me: You all suck. But I’m still winning.

Me: GIF of a hell yeah!

Me: GIF of victory

Dragon left the chat

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