“What a sunny day!” C.R. stretched, withheld sadness and fears and whistled for Tommy. “Hush, big boy. You’ll wake the neighborhood.” She laughed. “So silly ‘cause there’s no neighbor ‘round here for miles. Wait a darn minute. Maybe my besty is home on break from that fancy college up north. She yelled out the window the way Grans taught her so many years ago. No playdates for her. Just yell for someone to play with any day, any time and Mandy’s rich daddy had a nice house built on a path so we could play just by calling.
“Mandy,” she called,” you there?” No response. Of course not. The trees had grown since they were little kids. She phoned her. Once, twice with no answer. “Hey, GF, I just got back for spring break so tell me what’s cookin’.” “Not all good, sorry to say. Come on over. I’ll make breakfast and spill.” After big hugs, Cassidy Rae held her best pal at arm’s length to check her out. “Whoa, you are a knockout, girl. Blond hair all streaks n’everything.” “Daddy Warbucks paid for it. Mommy Anna screamed NO WAY! My little sister and brother are so cute and right now they’re in the school we went to. I promise to go back to natural but right now I’m too busy with school, dating hunks and Harvard is awful, too hard for my little brain. Now speak up and tell me what’s wrong.”
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