It was always a sad sight to see them go. From her front porch, Trisha's eyes grew misty as her parents' car departed from view down the long driveway. She wouldn't see them again until fall. She pulled the sweater tighter to her body, warding off a chill. The sky was clear and the air crisp, but fresh.

Turning to Nancy next to her, she beamed a phony smile. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Nancy tilted her head toward the driveway. "We have company."

Trisha darted ...