As I stood in front of my open locker, Angela and Bridget close by, in front of theirs, I happened to glancedown the hallway. What I saw, Tracy now with theappearance of being fifty, was approaching us with herbest friend Becca Coldman. I knew then what Trixie haddone, hastened Tracy’s aging process.
“You sure have a lot of nerve coming near my sistersand me, with the way you treated us last night,” I said.
“I’m sorry Sharon, but you can’t leave me like this!”Tracy pleaded. “If you do, by the time school ends, I’ll beso old, death won’t be far behind!”
“But you insulted us Tracy,” I said. “Not only that, but you threatened to humiliate us sometime today.”
“Please Sharon, I’m sorry and begging you, don’t leave me this way!” Tracy pleaded.
“No, I’m sorry Tracy, I can’t. You need to suffer forhow you treated my sister’s and me.”
“Oh come on Sharon, that’s not fair!” Becca yelled.
“No just forget it Becca. It’s my fault I’m this way, and I’m just going to have to suffer for it,” Tracy said. “Now come on, let’s go.”
Standing there watching the pair depart, out ofnowhere, I felt a sudden change of heart. Should I takepity and not let her suffer anymore?
“Trixie, I know you can hear me, undue what you’vedone.”