“Sandy! Sandy!”
They all turned to see Sandy’s father, looking very official in his casino security guard uniform, coming towards them.
“So, Sandy tells me he’s going to give you the grand tour of our little town,” said Nelson Foster, his hand resting on his son’s shoulder.
“He also asked me to give you guys a ride to Runaway Beach. That shouldn’t be a problem. Just stop by my office when you’re ready to go.”
“Foster! Foster! There you are,” bellowed Señor Nemesio as he waddled towards them. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Nelson Foster rolled his eyes at the intrusion before turning to greet Señor Nemesio. The kids tried not to give away their amusement at his gesture. Sandy knew that Señor Nemesio could be a real pain. It seemed he was always butting his nose into everything a
