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“Out of Order.” So they climbed six flights of stairs that smelled like urine and walked along a balcony. She stopped at number 615, knocked on the door, and looked down at Jason.
    â€œThis is Mr. and Mrs. Bristow, a nice couple. They have looked after many children for us, and they are looking for a more permanent foster child. So if you behave and you all get along, I can’t see any reason why you could not stay here permanently. They have one daughter, Janice, who’s thirteen,” Ms. Pettyfier explained.
    Jason was dreading meeting new people and having to tell more lies, but the Triads may check into his background. SYUI could not risk them finding out Jason was actually a private school boy from a wealthy family. The door opened, and a girl not much taller than Jason appeared. She had long light brown hair tied in a ponytail. She wore jeans and a football shirt. She smiled, revealing braces.
    â€œHello, Ms. Pettyfier. This must be Jamie,” she said happily.
    â€œNo, Janice, he’s called Jason,” she sniffed, walking through the doorway. Jason gave a weak smile to Janice and followed Ms. Pettyfier.
    â€œAh. M-M-M-Ms. Pettyfier. How are you? And this m-m-m-must be young Jason. Well, hello, young m-m-m-man. I’m Horace Bristow. It’s a pleasure to m-m-m-meet you,” he stuttered. “Veronica, dear, M-M-M-Ms. Pettyfier is here with Jason.”
    Mrs. Bristow came from the kitchen, smiling.
    â€œCup of tea, everyone?” she asked, and without waiting, she disappeared again. Jason took in his surroundings. The room was small, with an electric fireplace. There was a large brown couch with two matching armchairs and a small black-and-white TV on mute. In the corner, there were a table and four chairs. A few pictures of Janice growing up were in frames hanging on the wall.
    They all sat at the table and drank tea. Janice stared at Jason, who kept his head down and wished he were somewhere else.
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    The following morning, Jason waited patiently outside the bathroom. Janice had been in there for half an hour, and he desperately needed to go.
    What takes a girl so long? he said to himself. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror that was fixed to a wall in the narrow hall. His blond bangs swept across his eyes, and his hair was a mess. His new pajamas were creased and unbuttoned. He looked quite small, standing almost cross-legged.
    What is taking her so long? I’m gonna piss myself in a minute.
    Finally, she came out. She paused and turned slightly red when she saw Jason in his pajamas.
    His first day of school went well. He enjoyed going to a mixed school for a change.
    â€œMay I go out after dinner? I’ve done my homework.” Jason smiled. Mr. and Mrs. Bristow looked at each other.
    â€œWhere do you want to go? We’ll take you,” Mrs. Bristow suggested.
    â€œNowhere. Just fresh air and take a look around the area. I’ll be home before nine.”
    â€œNo, nine is too late, Jason,” Mr. Bristow replied. “We will m-m-m-m-make it eight, but stay close. Janice can show you around.”
    Janice gave her father a filthy look. She had her own plans, and they did not include baby-sitting Jason.
    Once outside the apartment, Janice spoke abruptly to Jason. “Look, you don’t want to hang with me and I don’t want to hang with you. Don’t get me wrong. I like you. You’re cute for a little brother, but I have my own friends. I’ll meet you downstairs at eight. Don’t you dare be late.”
    Anchor Avenue was two miles away. It took Jason fifteen minutes to run there. He came to number 62, which was one of the largest homes on the street. The large, brick house had bay windows and a neatly manicured garden. A black Rolls-Royce was parked on the drive, and next to that was a black Land Rover.
    Jason rang the doorbell and waited until an elderly Chinese man answered.
    â€œHello, I’m