We now had the apartment settled and everything in its place. Things seemed too good to be true. Bobby for once was behaving himself. I still wasn't able to get him in to school for the coming fall semester. There was nothing else I could do but wait until they called me. In the meantime bobby was staying at home.

Our first argument was concerning the thermostat that controlled the a/c and heat.  We would come home to find that it had been turned off and was ninety degrees inside. After several days of Bobby messing with the controls. Terry bought a box that bolted into the wall. To open it you needed a key, and I was the only one with the key. So that seem to solve this problem.

Our next problem was that he was caught outside in the middle of the night in his pajamas. I happen to get up about 3 am and noticed that there were flashing lights in the center of the compound of the apartments.  So I looked out and saw about four police cars driving through the main compound as if they were looking for something or someone. By this time Terry has noticed me not being in the bed and he got up. Both of us standing there watching out the windows, when we hear the front door close. We looked at one another and went in to the living room. And Bobby is standing there all out of breath in his pajamas.

We found out he had left the apartment and wen tot the shopping center and used the phone. One of the officers spotted him and tried to follow.  But lost him in the apartments. He wouldn't tell us who he was calling. This turned into another argument. Next thing we know there are police at our door.  We explained what we found and saw. The only reason the police followed him was because he was in pajamas and not old enough to be out after curfew.

We had a appointment with the case worker, the same one as before. When I reported this to her, she didn't even take the time to write it down in his file. Then said OK, anything else?  I told her no, cause she wouldn't do anything about it so why should I waste my time telling her. I told Bobby that we were leaving.  And I told her to have them call me when they found someone that will do their job. And we left.

That night when I fixed dinner and told Bobby to come get his plate. He told me that he wasn't eating my F****** food.  I said fine, don't then. I then took his plate and set it on the counter. Terry walked into the living room and asked him if he was going to eat. Bobby told him no he wasn't hungry.  Terry asked him a second time... Are you sure you are not eating? Bobby replied with that he wasn't eating any of the f****** food I cooked.  Terry told him, Fine. And he scraped the plate into the trash.