Gabriel
“Yes, that’s correct, Mr. Poulukas, I will cover all of the medical expenses for Isaiah Harvey. I want him to see the best pediatric orthopedic specialist.”
“Well, you realize that to get the best treatment possible, we would need to take him to Boston. And that means we will need special permission to take him out of state.”
Mr. Poulukas was the foster-adoptive resource coordinator, and about the fifth person I had talked to about Isaiah’s legs.
“So let’s do what we need to do to get the permission!” I said impatiently. “How long is this going to take?”
“Well,” the balding man pushed his glasses up his nose. “That’s hard to say…”
“Give me a timeline.” I said, placing my palm against the table and trying very hard to keep a lid on my temper. “Days? Weeks? Months?”
“You hav
