Jessica was a close and personal friend of the foster family next door and she watched as a few new little ones showed up she made sure they all got inside, it seemed brisk and frozen outside. She quickly got layers on and ran to the next door [i]Were the children here alone?[/I] she briskly knocks on the door and taps her foot as she waits and watches as the snow falls and it sticks to her eyelashes. She wears worn out jeans and a hoodie her bare hands tucked into her pockets. Jessica knocked again this time louder, [i]Really no supervision?[/i]