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the table with the phone book open in front of him, his hands shaking .
    Miranda met Pickles ’ eyes with a relieved expression on her face . “ There she is ! Oh, Pickles. Thank goodness . ”
    Pickles ’ eyes widened in confusion as David rushed over to grab her shoulders . “ Where were you? We woke up an hour ago and saw you were gone. Do you know how worried we were? Do you? Miranda was in the middle of calling the police. ”
    Pickles was speechless. They cared enough to call the police just because she was gone for a few hours? She wasn ’ t sure what to say because the concept was so foreign. Is this what if feels like to have people actually care?
    Miranda rushed over, shoved her husband aside, and seized Pickles in a big hug. “ Oh, Pickles. I have never been so happy to see someone in my entire life. I was worried somebody had snuck in . What if somebody abducted you? ”
    Guilt filled her . “ I am so sorry . ” Pickles shifted from side to side anxiously . “ I didn ’ t think about it. Nobody has watched out for me before, so when I woke up early and saw you were still asleep… ”
    â€œ So you went out like this all the time before? ” David asked, his mouth dropping open.
    â€œ Not when I was at the home with the other kids. They had security. ” Pickles shrugged as Miranda released her. “ But with my foster families, being outside was easier. I really, really am sorry. I didn ’ t mean to upset anyone. ”
    â€œ Somebody should turn those people in for neglect, ” David said, shaking his head. “ She ’ s just a kid. Letting her go out on her own … Anybody could have gotten her. ”
    â€œ It ’ s okay, ” Miranda said , ignoring David ’ s rant and running her hand over Pickles ’ head. “ It ’ s just in this family, Pickles, we believe in supervision . You understand why we were scared, don ’ t you? ”
    â€œ Yeah. ” Pickles stared at her shoes. “ You were scared because you thought I was hurt. I feel that way sometimes, about Prudence or about Mrs. Beazley. ”
    â€œ Well, at least you ’ re okay, ” Miranda said, “ but I want you to promise to never, ever go out without telling me or David again, even if you get up early. David and I both want to make sure you ’ re safe . Part of that means knowing where you are. I know this may be something you ’ re not used to, but I hope you understand. ”
    Pickles nodded. The guilt grew worse, driven by desperation to please her foster parents. “ I do. I do understand. ”
    â€œ Good. ” Miranda straightened up then shot David a relieved smile.
    David patted Pickles on the head . “ I ’ m glad you ’ re alright, Pickles. ”
    The two of them walked into the kitchen . Miranda pulled out a large bag full of pancake mix and a carton of eggs. On the counter near the sink sat a large mixing bowl alongside a fat package of chocolate chips . As Miranda set the eggs and pancake mix next to those, she looked up and cocked her head.
    â€œ Is something the matter, Pickles? ” Miranda asked.
    Pickles shook her head. “ No, nothing is the matter. Just… thanks, for caring. ”
    A smile crossed Miranda ’ s face as tears filled her eyes. She turned away with a sniff . David had to finish the batch of chocolate chip pancakes by himself .

 
Chapter Five
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    The store was filled with clothes . Pickles hung back as Miranda pushed her way through them. After she had done this for a few minutes, though, Miranda turned and peered at Pickles with concern. Pickles forced a smile on her face.
    â€œ What ’ s the matter? ” Miranda asked, walking over with a red skirt in her hand.
    Pickles shrugged as she caught sight of a price tag on a nearby pair of black pants. They were expensive. In her other homes, he r foster parents had been spend thrift s