Dialogue.

Tangled Web Tracy paced back and forth knowing that she needed to make her story convincing. She told herself to take a deep breath and that everything would be fine. She coaxed herself to call her mother and father. They will come home early from their vacation, but no problem, “this too shall pass,” she thought. She dialed with dread. “Hi mom, I am really sorry, but, yours and dad’s Mini Cooper was stolen sometime between this morning and this afternoon.” Ha ha, good one” Tracy’s mother, June, chortled! Tracy reiterated, “No, really, the car is gone.” “Oh my God, are you okay?” “No worries, mom, I am fine, but I noticed the car missing this afternoon when I went out to the garage to put cloths in the wash.” “ Call granny and call the police to make a report, Dad and I will be home on the next flight” declared her mother. Tracy responded with obedience, “Okay, I’ll call you back in a bit.” “Bye.” Tracy reflected back to Saturday afternoon and realized how lucky she and Sara were to still be alive and not hurt. She was thankful that her friends helped her hide the car and come up with a story to tell her parents. Her mind instantly recalled the smashed up passenger side. Tracy came back to the present and gasped, “The cops.” “Okay, dial the number.” A firm, authoritative voice answered the phone, “Police Department, what is your emergency?” Tracy spoke confidently. Hello, my name is Tracy Jones and I live at 988 Stonewall Drive and I need to report that my mother and father’s car has been stolen.” The calm dispatchers voice spoke, “Okay, Tracy, we will send an officer over right away. Are you okay?” Tracy answered, “yes” and said “thank you.” The doorbell rang and granny walked in and ranted, “Oh my God, Tracy Lynn, are you okay?” “I am just sick about this.” Tracy hugged her grandmother and reassured her that all was well, and the only thing bad that happened was that the car has been stolen. Granny sounded exasperated, “What is the world coming to when people think they can just take someone else’s car?” Granny further exclaimed that the car was probably “in some ditch in Tim-Buck-Two.” Tracy was feeling the blood flood into her neck and face and spouted,” Yes, the stupid thieving bastards.” Granny agreed. “Did you call the police, dear” Granny asked? Tracy nodded innocently and replied, “They are on their way.” Knock. Knock. Tracy opened the door and invited the officers in. One of the policemen took out a notepad to record all the details and asked, “When did you notice the car was missing,” “What color and make was your parent’s car,” and “Do you know the license plate number?” Tracy diligently answered, “This afternoon,” blue, BMW Mini Cooper S, and lilboyblu.” Tracy was feeling comfortable in her lie until a scratchy noise came over the radio. “Unit 8, please respond to a possible 10-4A, location ,Parson’s Lake, small, blue, sports car, license plate lilboyblu.” Tracy couldn’t ignore the obvious similarity, so all she could do was look in astonishment at the officers and say, “Oh my Gosh, that might be my parent’s car!” “How weird is that?”