Chapter 3

9:45 the next morning, just outside of the gates of the Distribution Office- --

"Ay Jack, ain't dat da goil from yesta'day?" Racetrack inquired as he peered down the street.

Destiny was heading off, with Margaret as her eyes, to a daycare center she went to every day. Margaret cleaned expensive, luxurious houses and feared that something might happen to Destiny if she were left alone. Destiny loved going to the center but couldn't connect with anyone. They were all at least 10 years younger than her.

Jack squinted and shaded his eyes so he could see further. "Yeah," he began, "dat's her." He started walking in her direction and then stopped and looked down at his arms, which were being used to carry at least 40 papers. He sighed and then looked back up at Destiny, then back at his papers, and kept it up for a few more seconds. "Well," he stated, "I always need da money and I'll see Destiny lata'." He started walking off when he saw them go into the daycare center.

Racetrack made a weird face. "I thought dat da daycare centa' was fa kids?"

Jack shrugged. "Maybe she's got a brudda' or sista' der or sumpin'."

"Or maybe a kid," Racetrack suggested.

Jack's shoulders sagged. "Do ya tink dat's why she doesn't really talk ta me?"

Racetrack rolled his eyes. "Come on, I tink she would tell ya if she didn't want ya talkin' ta her."

"I hope so."

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