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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
She pulled out a cigarette from her zebra skin purse.
“Told ya she smoked.”
“Shut up,” I said to Zion.
He threw up his hands.
Tracey stepped down from a curb onto the street and shielded her eyes. No one was coming at first and then a red Buick bull dozed its way towards us in the opposite direction. It was 1998, Jay-Z was streaming out the window. Tracey jumped back onto the curb. “Gosh dang it, Rishi,” she yelled. She tapped on the hood and then opened the back door and got into the backseat.
This week
“What’ll we do now?” asked Zion.
“Well, we don’t have a patrol car or I’d recommend chasing her ass.”
Zion stuck his finger to his forehead and pulled the trigger.
I stuck out my thumb and a yellow cab pulled up. Zion and I got in and I said “Follow that car!” pointing to the one Tracey was in.
The cabbie eyed Zion and I. He hesitated before I took out two, five dollar bills and waved them in the air.
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