“You’re sure that you want to do this? Loch said, as they pulled up in front of the battered metal shell that served as the Arbuckle residence.
“Rather than have Cletus’ family taken away and placed with strangers? Yes, Ginger said firmly. “You know what that would do to him. He’d fight you like crazy, and it would be horribly traumatic for everyone, and then he’d probably quit work and fall to pieces. I think he’d be okay with me stepping in as foster parent until he turns 18. He likes me. I’m the best alternative.
She’d stalled Loch as long as she could, but Loch had finally put his foot down. He had to uphold the law. He couldn’t leave four young children living in a house with only a minor to supervise them, and Cletus was still a minor.
“It’s too bad, Loch said, shaking his head. “The house looks the best I’ve seen it in years. He’s obviously doing a pretty good job keeping it up.