[center]Mr. Brown’s Office – Welcome Building
5:00 PM – Howard Brown[/center]

Howard Brown was reviewing Callie Evans’ file and despite what the kids believe, a file doesn’t say much about them. All what the file told him was that Ms. Evans hasn’t have it easy. He continued reading the file and thought of ways to build a functional relationship between them. [i]Rough kids don’t like to be told what to do or anything for that matter.[/i] Howard thought. He should know since he grew up in a ghetto and was a rough kid himself. His father was a criminal and an asshole. His mother was a druggie always chasing the high. Having such role models at home, it wasn’t a surprise that he started slinging crack. He would have continued down that path and probably be in prison or dead if it weren’t for an intervention. When Howard was 17 his father was busted and with a mother obviously incapable of taking care of child, he was sent to his gospel preaching aunt. It would have been a wonderful story if it was his aunt how turned him away from sin but no, it wasn’t due her. Away from his dysfunctional family, he simply was able to set himself straight.

The secretary buzzed his intercom, informing him that Callie Evans was waiting outside his office. He told her to let the kid in and said his thanks. By just the way Callie entered the room, he knew she was still fuming about what happened in the afternoon and probably for being coup up in her room. [i]I guess I have to douse those embers before we can get anywhere tonight.[/i] He told her she’s free to seat anywhere and he put aside her file.

“I believe you already know who I am so we’ll skip introductions.” Howard began, “Just so we’re clear, this is not therapy. We’re not here to talk about you feelings or childhood. We’re here to discuss your goals and options. With that in the open, I always find it easier talking about such things while smoking.” He took out an ashtray and half a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and passed the pack to Callie. There’s a rule which forbids residents from smoking but not employees and Howard noticing a slight nicotine stain on her fingers, assumed that it would be a nice way to begin things. A little rule bending doesn’t hurt. “Okay Ms. Evans tell me what you had in mind when you decided to become a resident in Open Roads.”

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