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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."
“Park there,” I said to the cabbie, pointing to an open space a few cars behind the Buick.
I turned to Zion. “Should we follow her?”
“That’s right Columbo,” he said.
I paid the driver, and Zion and I got out of the cab and went towards the Applebees. I opened a door with a red handle and was greeted to the dark smoke of the bar.
“How many today?” asked the hostess, extending some menus.
I was glad she didn’t ask us our age. “We’re not staying,” I said.
Zion pilfered some mints from a little dish on the hostess podium.
This week
There she is,” I pointed to Tracey leaving the restaurant and going into the mall.
Zion emptied a mint into his mouth before he followed me out of the restaurant. Coin slotted rocking horses and carousels chimed as tykes begged their mothers for quarters.Tracey walked past a Claire’s boutique and a nail shop.
“We’re going to have to walk a little faster,” I said to Zion.
Tracey’s amazonian legs made a speed walker look dangerous.
I broke my strides into two and Zion did the same. There were a lot of shoppers in the mall. A group of elderly mall walkers passed us with sweat bands and shirts that said. ‘And you thought your Grandma was slow?'
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