Heidi was now standing in the middle of the street as she turned around and around, trying to figure out where Tracey was. She was getting angrier by the second. Over the years, Heidi had never actually vented the anger and any other feelings that what had happened five years ago had made her felt. She had just drowned them in all of her bad habits.
Seeing the parchment, Heidi grabbed it out of the air. Reading it, she gave a sardonic laugh. "Typical." She said, still where Tracey, wherever she was, could hear it.
"You think I care about what that woman has to say?" Heidi crumbled up the paper. "I don't, she's covered practically everything I've done, but I'm sure you do. Don't worry, if she asks, I won't mention that I'm talking to you. Wouldn't want someone to associate you with me."
Moving back to the stoop, she picked up the two bags and walked to the corner. Suddenly, she stopped, able to feel the closeness of Tracey again. Turning her head, she stared straight at what looked to be a empty spot. After a few moments, she averted her eyes and set Tracey's bag bag down. "Here's your stuff." She mumbled.