Poisoned by the house that the government gave me

Washington

ANOTHER morning in the motel room, and there were more appointments to attend to. Today it wouldn't be the blood tests, which weeks before had established Heavenz Luster's lead levels as higher than anything seen in Washington, DC, in decades, or another injection to remove that lead - she had already had 18 - or another cognitive evaluation or visit to a nearby CVS pharmacy for more medication.

Today it would be the behavioral therapists. Her parents, who silently watched the two-year-old babble and stare at nothing, would finally know the severity of her brain damage. "Are you taking her?" Crystal asked her husband, Robin, as she pulled on clothes for the appointment. "Did you want to take her out in the cold?"