My Daddy, Gerard

I called Haliegh first thing the next day, even before I changed out of my pajamers. She was coming that day. I dialed her phone number and pressed talk.

"Haylo!"

"Hey Haliegh! When are you coming?"

"I'm about to leave now, actually."

"Did you get my e-mail?"

"With the directions? Yeah."

"Good. So, should I expect your ugly green '75 Volkswagon... thing?"

"That was actually what it was called... And no! I told you last year I was almost rich enough to buy a mustang. And I did!"

"A black one?"

"Yeah, what other color? It's a convertible too!"

"Let me drive it! I'm getting my permit soon."

"But I thought you were just going into 9th grade..."

"Yeah, but dad put me in driving school right after the tour. I got real good, real fast."

"I guess I'll let you drive it around your house..."

"Have you seen it?"

"How would I have seen your house?"

"The google thing, with the satellites that zoom in on a place."

"I've done that before! I'll go do it."

I heard her drop some things. And I heard a bark.

"Kay, I just went on the website."

"Why did I just hear a bark?"

"Oh. I have some surprises for you."

"A puppy?"

"And some more..."

"More than one dog?"

"Not exactly... You'll see when I get there, so let me get there! Bye!"

"Bye!"

Then she hung up.