Red Clay came for a visit. I was so happy to see someone--anyone--from the reservation, I could have hugged her. I didn't, though. I had no way of knowing how she would react. She sat at the rickety folding table in the kitchen. Officer Hargrove gave her a cup of coffee, and the two of us sat down with her. "To begin with, I would like to thank you on Catherine's behalf for applying for emergency foster care." "No need," Officer Hargrove said dismissively. "The kid and I go way back." She reached for my hair and ruffled it. I winked at her. "Our next step is to acquire a family court date. Once Skylar's case is in front of a judge, I will lobby for permanent custody to be transferred to Catherine." "That won't be a problem, will it?" Mrs. Red Clay's face betrayed none of her thoughts. "When a child is fourteen or older, family court informally deems him competent enough to attest to his own well-being. If Skylar wants to live on the reservation--" I did. More than anything. "--a judge will take that into serious consideration." "But that Whitler witch is fighting this tooth and nail." "Her whole case hinges on Catherine having taken him out of state without permission. My argument is that Catherine did not take him out of state." But that was a lie, I thought, alarmed. Ms.
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