“Hey, Cole, here comes the tuk-tuk!” The tuk-tuk driver pulls to the curb of the Old Antigua Inn, and Cole and Anna climb aboard. “Y’all be good!” Cole’s mom calls. “We’ll be fine!” Anna calls back to her mom and dad. Anna, the elder of the cousins, is nine-years-old. Cole, a year younger than she, is a ‘young-un’. They pretend to be brave, venturing out on their own in this Latin American country. They had been looking forward to tootling around in this very cool gas-powered tricycle. The yellow tuk-tuk creeps forward, sputtering and blowing white exhaust like a worn out weed whacker.

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