Take Me to The Races

Epilogue

I was sitting outside a dressing room with Sassy to my left and my 5 year old daughter, Chevrolet on my lap. I look down at her. She was fidgeting impatiently. She would be my splitting image if it wasn't for the black curls she had. "Hurry up, Daphne!" She yells, done waiting for her sister.

"Mom, can you come in?" My ten years old daughter calls for me.

I lift Chevrolet off of me as I stood up and put her back on the bench. "Be good for Auntie Sassy." I eyed my child who had an act for mischief.

"Don't worry. The tyke and I are best friends." Sassy ruffles the child's hair.

"I'm not a tyke. I'm a princess, my daddy told me so." She corrected her Auntie.

I laugh, shaking my head as I went into the dressing room. "What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Do I have to wear a bra? There no even big. It's so uncomfortable." She whines as she pulls the straps up that fell off her shoulder. Every time I look at Daphne I saw Malachai, she had his jaw line, cheekbones, nose, and curls. The only thing she had from me was her hair color.

"If I notice them then they're big enough to need a bra. Now, let me see if you have it on right." I adjusted the straps and the clasp. "Is that better?" I ask.

"I guess. Why can't I just wear sports bras?" She grumbles.

"Because sport bras don't go with certain shirts or dresses," I told my tomboy who pull a face at the word dresses. If it was up to her, she spends all her days in overalls covered in grease helping her dad fixes cars. "Now, hurry up or you won't have time to help your dad tune up the Camaro before the race tonight." I sat down on the bench in the dressing room. The guys weren't selling drugs anymore, but they were still street racing.

Those words sprung her into action. She tried on all the bras without whining and took the ones that fit. "We're finally done." She announce as we came out of the room.

"Finally," Chevy pushes herself off the bench. "Boobs take a lot of time, I don't want them." She said it like she had a choice in the matter.

"You got talk to mother nature about that one." Sassy laughs.

I went over to the cashier to pay for the bras. We went outside and climb into my black 1967 Chevrolet Impala that Malachai got me on our fifth wedding anniversary, for my love of Dean Winchester. "We have to stop at Panda Express. I got the guy's orders." Sassy wave her phone around.

I drove to Panda Express and park outside. "Do you want me to come in with you?" I ask her.

"No, I got this, just text me what you guys want." She got out of the car. I grab my phone to text her, mine and the girl's orders.

I look back at my daughters who were singing along to the song on the radio. It amazing how fast time passes by. It's been a decade since we moved to Oregon and we've done so much in that time. Maverick, Sassy and I got our GED. Sassy went on to get a degree in nursing. Malachai and Maverick got their degree in automatics. I went to get a degree in business like I always dream of. But, instead of taking over my dad's construction business, I helped the guy open their own auto repair shop that they called Ghouls.

Using the St. Clair's money that we had left over from over the years, we were able to buy a place and updated it. With the shop success, we were able to buy two houses.

The journey was long and hard, but I wouldn't have done anything differently because I got those two angels in the backseat from it.

My phone rang, and Archie's face was on my screen. "Mommy, its Uncle Archie face timing me. Pass the phone." Chevy reaches her arms out. If she wasn't strap in the booster car seat, she probably would have climbed over. I hand her the phone. "Hi Uncle Arch." She smiles brightly at him.