“What about the professor? He might be worried about me blackmailing him this year.”
“He won’t shoot you either. I’ve got my guy on a right tight leash.”
“So I’ve seen!” Sprat let slip a fit of adolescent giggles. Then too psyched to stay still she shifted over toward Tara. “We’ll see you guys sometime next week then. Do you want to talk to my other big sisters? Tara’s about to let me try her bike by myself now, and I can’t wait!”
“Sure doll, put them on. Have fun.”
Tara gave her an exasperated look as she took the phone. But she didn’t deny her permission.
Grinning triumphantly Trisha pulled her helmet back on and swung back into the saddle. Exultant beyond expression she fired up the bike and roared off. The ducks she usually doted on exploded into panicked flight behind her.
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