Chapter 8: The SchoolGAIL HAD WATCHED AS the door to the office opened and Dr. Lutkin walked out with a patient, a tall, lanky, African-American boy with haunted eyes. And even though the boy looked nothing like him, Gail found herself thinking of her brother and felt a sharp pang of sadness. A girl who had been sitting in the waiting area with Gail had gotten up and walked nervously over to them. Though the girl was quiet, her outfit definitely made a statement. Whatever this girl’s troubles were, she certainly knew how to express herself, Gail thought. It was nice to see that the patients were allowed to wear their own clothes here, and weren’t limited to pajamas like so many of the teens at Haven House. Wearing one’s own clothing there was a privilege that had to be earned.
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