Answering the Call
The girls prance up the driveway. With their long-legged strides and pre-adolescent growth spurts, they could pass for high school track stars. Frankie races downstairs and opens the front door before they even ring the doorbell.
“Oh, my God!” one of them screams.
“I’m one-third successful!” he answers.
a march up the street
arm in arm
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