Last Mojito, The

Stacy Tracy

30 THE LAST MOJITO Stacy Tracy Stacy Tracy is at it again; Pulling out all the stops On a street named Go. She tells her parents another lie So she can wiggle the truth Between her pretty pink toes— These odd objects of desire The boys brazenly admire Once they remove her shoes And promise her the moon, The stars and a piece of peach pie. Stacy Tracy has just turned twelve And is on a fast track to hell— So her father says. She is nothing like her twin sister Lacy Who studies night and day To procure her parents’ love; Or her younger brother Casey Who was born without a nose, At least a visible one, Stacy claims to anyone who listens. Stacy Tracy wishes she could fit in Like the other kids at school, But everything she tries on Appears to be the wrong size— And, besides, she is too old for her age; Surely everyone knows that. Her parents count the days Until she turns eighteen. Pity poor Stacy Tracy— Such a good girl gone bad. ...