Home three had been the breaking point.  Two foster siblings, a single foster-mother.  She’d overheard her caseworker saying that the new foster-mother would be a disciplinarian, the only person that might be able to turn Rachel into a civilized human being.

Oh jeez.

And the second home wasn’t bad enough? What fresh hell is Little Rachel in for now?

And is it going to be what causes her trigger event?

Bitch’s opinion, years later, was that this had been a retaliation, a punishment inflicted on her by the caseworker for the countless trips to school or the home to deal with Rachel.

This isn’t Arthur Poe. Arthur Poe is just incompetent and worse at keeping children safe than a jar of mustard. This is worse.

If Bitch is right, of course.

She hadn’t believed that her foster mother could be more of a disciplinarian than her second set of foster parents.

Yeah, that got my eyebrows up too.

Realizing the nature of her situation had been unpleasant.  The foster-mother brooked no nonsense, and had a keen eye for every failing and mistake on her children’s part, quick to punish, quick to correct.

Ugh.

If one of her children spoke with their mouths full, she would snatch that child’s plate away and dispose of the contents into the trash can.

Ugh.

Never the carrot, always sticks.  Rachel was made to attend school, then after-school make up classes, with piano every other day, as if she couldn’t be bad if she didn’t have the time.

Uuugh.

…and here I thought reminding me of Chat Noir was Taylor’s job, not Rachel’s.