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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."
Last week
I looked back over at Zion who shook his shoulder free from the waiter’s grasp. Then I looked back at Tracey who followed the braided woman into a warehouse that was connected to the mall, the door was opened by a strange tall white man. I grabbed Zion’s shirt sleeve and we headed for the the exit of TGIF.
Once outside Zion said, “We should try that door."
“Alright,” I said.
Zion knocked on it.
"Just open the door.” I said.
A few dozen clothes racks greeted us which stood a few feet away from the door, all of them filled with red lacy garments and nicely printed shirts and pants, all with the price tags still on them.
“Well, I didn’t expect this.” Nearby were some props from the store’s Santa Claus display: red suits and cardboard stand-ups that were supposed to represent the north pole.
Zion knocked on it.
"Just open the door.” I said.
A few dozen clothes racks greeted us which stood a few feet away from the door, all of them filled with red lacy garments and nicely printed shirts and pants, all with the price tags still on them.
“Well, I didn’t expect this.” Nearby were some props from the store’s Santa Claus display: red suits and cardboard stand-ups that were supposed to represent the north pole.
This week
All of Santa’s reindeer were there too, I checked by counting them with my pointer finger. Yup all there. I kicked one of the the cardboard reindeer. “Tracey, you behind there?” The cardboard teetered and fell to the ground. No Tracey.
Zion poked his head through a cardboard stand-up like dufus' before him who would have done the same. I took a picture of him with my two hands. He smiled and did another pose and then another, “Work it for the camera,” I said.
Readers, please comment below.
Zion poked his head through a cardboard stand-up like dufus' before him who would have done the same. I took a picture of him with my two hands. He smiled and did another pose and then another, “Work it for the camera,” I said.
Readers, please comment below.
