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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 turned and said to Zion who was looking over at some customers’ plates lobbed full of  steak fries and kabobs. “I’ll be back in a sec,” he said.

“Nooo Zion,” I managed.

Too late, he was already scooping up leftovers from a bus bin. I rolled my eyes, totally grossed out.

As he licked the leftovers, I cupped my hands to the window.

The braided woman took out her pager and released a chunk of Tracey’s hair. Damn this girl was messing with the wrong woman.

“Are you going to pay for that?” I heard a waiter ask.

This 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. 

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