The scene: A typical upper middle class home in South-side Eastlake. Two women, both in their mid to late 40’s are talking to each other over a cup of tea. “Georgia, Where is Samantha? I haven’t seen her around for a couple of days?” asks Michelle Stokes, the older of the two. “Well, Michelle, I turned her in. They even gave me a debit card with $400 loaded on it. I should have done that years ago. She was just to willful of a child, and once she turned 18 there was no end to her “I’m an adult now, you can’t tell me what to do.”
“Turned her in? You mean you sold her as a slave?”
“Well”, replied Georgia, “I had to do something with her and the police said there wasn’t any thing they could do, and the family court said she was too old to foster out. Both of them, the police sergeant and the court clerk I spoke with recommended these people Spellbook S&G as the fix to my problem.”
Michelle nodded “I might want to talk to them about Erika, she is getting to be to big for her britches. Like you said, picked up an attitude when she turned 18, not that she was all that polite of a child start with. Do you have these Spellbook people’s number or a card?”
Later that day, same kitchen:
“Erika, I had a nice talk with Georgia Baldwin this morning, you know, Samantha’s mother? Seems the reason we haven’t seen Samantha is because Georgia sold her. For only $400, the silly goose. I checked around on the internet and found that Samantha should have sold for closer to $700, maybe more. At any rate, $700 is what I’m looking at for you.”
“Mom, you can’t mean that”.
Oh yes, I can. Now strip down so the men in the living room can take you away.