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ROLLING ACROSS THE MESA
I answered the front door. I was surprised: there on the
front step stood my "X Trouble".
"Hey, Gloria", she grinned, "Come riding
with us".
I peeked out the door. There was a low-rider, black car
parked in the driveway. Three Spanish boys were in the front seat.
I hesitated. "Come on, we won't be gone that
long," she said.
We ran out to the car and I hopped into the back seat with
the two girls who had been my "double trouble." The "2nd, X trouble"
gave me a small smile.
(Mom wasn't home or she would never have allowed me go.)
The car headed for the Mesa. There was still a lot of desert that
was undeveloped.
Dust swirled around and behind us as the black car sped
over the hilly dirt roads. We yelled and laughed at each tummy tickler…it was
just like a roller coaster.
When we drove back into our driveway: I climbed out of the
back seat.
"Yey Gloria…Adios"
"Adios,
Amigos," I answered as I rushed to the front door. Mom still wasn't home…she
never knew about my exciting ride.
