"I think Daddy-Tom was following me when I was walking Laddie around the brook," I said. "He was probably looking at the dog. Next time get the license plate," my mother replied. I was certain the dark green 1970 Dodge Dart with tan interior and rectangular tail lights was my father, spying on me. It had been many years since he'd seen me. I knew he lived nearby. He must've been curious about me. But it turned out not to be him.
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