The house forgot to pick Daughter up today. When she called to find out where they were, no one answered the phone. Three times. She finally sent a text to the house manager. Someone is going to get her.
One of the staff members promised to put her DVDs in a safe place in the office. She didn't.
Daughter asked me, "How can I trust them?" Good question. The woman who runs the house I'm going to look at for Daughter will be back from vacation tomorrow.