"Thank you, Jameson." Ron stood at the door of an apartment in the East District and nodded to Gordon.
"You're welcome. The landlord is an old acquaintance of mine. He's happy to rent it to a reliable police officer like you." Gordon smiled.
"Oh, right." As though remembering something else, he said, "This is Ms. Mo'ou's phone number. The school bus stops downstairs at the apartment building every morning at 8:30. You just need to see Betty onto it. School lets out at 3:30 in the afternoon, but there's a two-hour after-school program. If you sign her up, she'll get home at 5:30, and you'll need to pick her up downstairs."
Gordon rummaged through his coat again and pulled out an elementary school schedule. After handing it to Ron, he said, "There are craft assignments every week, so remember to turn them all in. There's a parent-teacher meeting about once every two months, and you have to attend..."
As Gordon spoke, Ron nodded, doing his best to commit everything to memory. Then Gordon sent him another number and said, "This is the number for the social worker assigned to this area. He'll probably come by later to check on Betty and introduce you to the neighborhood. He'll send you the community resident handbook. Remember to read it."
After Gordon left, Ron began cleaning his new home. Following a series of psychological evaluations, Betty's condition did not seem to have any major problems, but she still needed long-term observation.
Sometimes, children's stress reactions did not surface immediately. They only appeared after a delay, commonly known as being "scared stupid."
So even though the Doctor had confirmed that Betty seemed fine for now, she should have remained in the hospital for observation. But Ron had still decided against hospitalization—not because he could