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You mean like Tommy?” Tracy alluded.
    Celena smiled. “Yeah, like him.”
    They all laughed. Tommy was a pushover. He would do anything a girl told him.
    â€œWell, don’t you want the boys to talk to you?” Tracy asked Celena.
    â€œSorta,” Celena answered.
    â€œWhat? What do you mean, sorta?”
    Pam stood up and explained it to her. “See, you want them to talk to you, but you don’t want them to act like they like you.”
    Tracy frowned at her. It all sounded ridiculous to her. “Who told you this stuff?”
    â€œMy older sister. She got a boyfriend,” Pam said.
    â€œWell, who told her?”
    Pam sucked her teeth. “I don’t know, Tracy. Dag.”
    â€œWell, that stuff is stupid. Why wouldn’t you want to know that a boy likes you?”
    â€œBecause, that takes away the fun of it. That’s like knowing what you’re getting for Christmas,” Judy put in.
    Tracy laughed at that one. “Well, I wanna get whatever I want for Christmas. And if I want me a boy wrapped up in big box, then that’s what I wanna get. And I could probably get it, too. But I don’t want no stupid boy.”
    Celena mumbled, “That’s because you’re spoiled.”
    â€œYeah, your dad buys you anything you want,” Judy commented to Tracy.
    Tracy was proud of it. “That’s right,” she told them.
    â€¢Â Â Â  •    •
    Tracy had her own house key. She was ten years old, and since they lived next door to Beth and Keith, Patti decided to give her that responsibility. Dave still hadn’t moved back in with them. He kept making excuses about his apartment being closer to his new job and whatnot. But he stayed over on most weekends.
    Tracy walked home with her girlfriends, still confused about the boy-versus-girl games. She figured if she liked a boy, she would go after him. If the boy didn’t respond to her, then he wasn’t worth her time anyway. Any boy would be dumb to turn her down, or at least so Tracy thought.
    She started wearing even nicer clothes. She had dressers and a closet full of different styles and colors. She could wear different things for almost a month. Being the only child was heaven.
    Although Tracy seemed to have everything she wanted, there remained a hollowness to be filled. Something was missing. She was running out of things to do to entertain herself. She was tired of sitting around the house asking her mother unanswered questions and watching television. She was bored. The only time she was happy was when her father came over. But Dave seemed to be spending more of his time with Patti. Tracy was a bit jealous of her mother since her daddy wasn’t home every day. There simply wasn’t enough of him to go around.
    Tracy thought she understood her father better since she was older. Her father didn’t want to be tied down. Even though he loved his wife and daughter, he needed his space. And Tracy figured if she couldn’t have her dad, then she’d find a substitute.
    â€œHey, honey, I’m home,” Patti announced, peeking into Tracy’s room.
    Tracy sat on her bed, watching Woody Woodpecker.
    â€œHi, mom,” she answered, glumly.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, honey? Why you look all down? Did something happen in school today?”
    â€œNo, I’m just bored. It’s nothin’ to do.”
    â€œWell, guess what?” Patti perked. “Mommy has some good news.”
    â€œWhat?” Tracy asked her, curious.
    â€œI’m going to have a baby boy in about four months. That’s why mommy’s stomach is getting so big.”
    Tracy looked at her mother’s stomach. She had watched enough television shows to know that babies came from parent’s loving. “From being with dad, mom?” she asked with a grin.
    â€œYeah, honey. Your father wanted to have a son.”
    Tracy gave her mother her undivided attention.