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  • Our foster pair, Denise and Jennifer, both wore their hostility in a visceral and palpable way. They both arrived at the house in a snit of emotional excess. Both were almost seventeen.

    Denise arrived with a police escort directly from court.
    Jennifer arrived under the watchful eye of the social worker directly from court.

    Denise was openly anti-white, from the Dakotas and a chain smoker.
    Jennifer was one of our few white fosters, a local, and a chain smoker.

    Both were extremely bright.
    Jennifer knew how to play the game and got good grades.
    Denise liked to twit the system by turning every assignment into a racial issue. She got bad grades.

    Denise had a long history of conflicts with the police.
    Jennifer had a clean record; she came to us because her parents had thrown her into the system. Her offense was dating a Native American. [The world is full of ironies – her father was in charge of education funds for Native Americans in a local school district]

    Denise could never be mistaken for who she was, and neither could Jennifer.

    Both did a run the first week at the house.
    Denise almost made it to Minneapolis.
    Jennifer did not make it more than about fifteen miles.

    Denise arrived at the house last and left first.
    Jennifer arrived at the house first and left last.

    Both were overly protective of our kids and were loved equally by them.

    They were yin and yang and became fast friends.

    While with us they treated us with a cacophony of joy and despair, angst and exhilaration. They produced many of our highest, and lowest, experiences as foster parents.

    What a pair they were! More to come.
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