Chapter 47
“Well, I don’t know if I meet all the qualifications, Noel,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I could go for some on-the-job training.”Storybook Hero by Elizabeth L. Brooks
A white man stole Mary Ellen’s purse, completely counter to Grandma Owen’s dire and embarrassingly outdated predictions. Not even a disheveled, homeless man or a gangbanging teenager, either, but a tall, handsome man in his thirties, wearing a button-down shirt and khakis, the sort of man Mary Ellen’s mother was always nagging her to date. She’d nodded at him as he passed her, and had even begun to wonder if she could contrive to stop him and talk to him, when suddenly he snatched her purse from her side and took off at a run.
Mary Ellen was so completely flabbergasted that she just gobbled air for a precious few seconds, watching him run. Finally, some words leaked out of her brain and into her mouth. “Stop! My purse! Help, he’s got my bag! Stop!”