My address is posted online and people know he lives with me. I’m not afraid and I won’t live in fear. He isn’t with other foster children; Caleb is with a family that has a little 3 year old girl. I called them as soon as I got their number because it’s not against the law and I didn’t do or say anything wrong on the phone. I just asked if she (Leann) would talk to Sabrina and tell her about how Caleb was doing, to calm her down. Sabrina never asked to speak to Caleb directly and was only polite and pleasant with her questions and tone. But you could see the city attorney almost lost her shit trying to get the judge to order me not to contact them again. I was trying so hard not to smile. I don’t need to contact them again because I’m likely getting Caleb back tomorrow once they verify that I’m Native American. And that only matters because YOU CAN’T GO STEALING THE NATIVE BABIES TO TEACH THEM ENGLISH SPEAKING AND GOD FEARING. Some sort of Federal law, something about the right to their scalps if they take my child or something like that. Whatever. The point is that I’m mad as Hell that I only get one more consecutive night of free babysitting. I don’t think I can spend any more time in at the movie theater, really, I smell like popcorn and cola. I want Caleb back now, but I can wait, just like I can wait for a civil suit settlement in the millions.