Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Two

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Meanwhile, Alipang was working. And working.

It was, after all, the story of his life....but it still was infinitely better than the Third World war zone his adoptive parents had saved him from. If only his birth mother and birth sister could have been part of this new life in America, _with_ Mom and Dad and the girls.

But perhaps they _were_ part of it, interceding for him each day before the throne of God.
 
" OK, I'll be here," she told him, hanging up again " Mum he be here after he done with his homework!," she told her, walking to the front of the stairs with her note book she started to write a song.
 
Meanwhile, Wilson Kramer, the retired Navy SEAL, was visiting the Smoky Lake Police Department--which, including the Chief of Police and two office workers, employed exactly twenty-three persons. The Chief of Police, Tomas Costamesa, was the man Wilson was here to see.

It was about the Rottweiler which Wilson had been forced to kill to save a neighborhood teenager.

"Thanks to the big-time laboratory boys, we got the animal ID'd," said Tomas, "and yes, it _was_ the one that was used in those attack-dog-as-weapon robberies up in Richmond. We think that the owner had an 'inspiration' for getting rid of evidence: turn the dog loose without tags or a microchip in a small town, count on it to get killed, and assume that us country hicks won't know how to trace it."

Wilson frowned thoughtfully. "Is the drop-off of an inconvenient Rotter the _only_ reason for a city crook to wander our way, do you think?"

"Could be. But we both know that urban gangs like to use smaller towns as hideouts to get away from urban cops...and places to recruit new members who have no record in the city." Tomas drew a deep breath. "I'm glad you had a weapon to use on the Rotter. But remember, you _have_ a lawful concealed-carry permit. I think it's time you _started_ carrying again, full-time; I couldn't find a civilian who's _more_ careful and responsible with firearms than you are, and--these days, with the Mara Salvatrucha gang running wild on the East Coast, you never know what might happen."
 
Dan worked on his homework ferociously until he was done, and then he took his wallet and jacket and left the house.
 
And Alipang _still_ was working and working. Some of his teenage acquaintances came into the Pansit Paradise, but he was too busy to socialize--though word did reach him in this way that a girl's gym locker at East High had been broken into.
 
Chilena was listening to her ipod while waiting for Dan to pick her up " Can we bring yesterday back? around I was dumb I was wrong I let you down," she sang.
 
While Dan rode the bus, Jen walked up to her room and began working on her homework. She wondered when she and Brendan would go to the Pansit. Jen turned on her iHome and sang as she drew figures in her geometry notebook.
 
Coming directly TO the door was young Melody, who blurted, "Are you the boy Chil-Chil wants to marry?" Her mother was right behind her, but not quick enough to prevent the innocent outburst.
 
She stopped what she was doing " Ahh! do not!," she told her sister " Mum can you please help?," she asked, with a puppy eyes " Hi DD," she told him, walking up to him " Ah, lets go before she say anything else," she told him, with a sigh.
 
As she was being dragged away by Mrs. Havens, Melody got in one last shot: "Alipang didn't kill him, so he must be okay, right, Mommy?"
 
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