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No one likes it when their family life changes. This is particularly hard for the Radtke's. A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license. These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."
540 Broadway, Minneapolis.
The store was on the other side of the city. “We’ll do,” I said. Knowing full well we’d never swing by. Mom didn’t even like to bring us to Kmart to buy our school supplies. How was she going to bring us to Ms. Patty’s shop?
Patty turned to leave. I shut the door and turned to Zion who was extending my detective’s coat out to me on an outstretched arm. “No detective work today Zion, but what do we really know about Tracey?
“Keep calm,” I whispered aloud to myself. “This doesn’t sound right.”
Zion heard me and said, “You know why it doesn’t sound right? Cuz it ain’t right. “We’ve been hiding behind this here dumpster in front of this here mall for an hour and I ain’t seen shit.”
There was no one coming out of the shop and no one on the street except for a few cabbies waiting patiently for customers to come out.
“Wait for it," I said.
All of a sudden, Tracey walked out of a store in a bright green sweater and red shiny shoes not so dissimilar to the ones Dorothy often wore. She looked over her shoulder several times.
‘Give it a break no one's following ya’ I wanted to say to her except for us that is.
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