Richard McIntyre too k them to the harbor with th eir
luggage. She watched sadly as he unloaded " th eir luggage
from his carriage onto the road. As Imran said good -bye. he
promised Richa rd free judo classes if he came to Birm ingham.
The n Richard kissed Rubel on th e cheek and than ked her for her
wonde rful fish curry. lhcn it was Pizza's turn to say goo d-bye
to Fletcher who was sitti ng on a wall.
"Say goo d-bye to th e horses for me," she said because she
d idn't want to say good -bye to him. "It's been great. 'Thanks."
"Yeah;' said Pletcher quietly without looking at her, "the
best."
Sudde nly shy. Pizza clim bed sadly onto the boat. But
when she turned hack. he had gone. And she knew she would
probably never St.'C him again .
"He doesn't care I'm going!" she thought. "He d idn't even
wait for the boat to leave!"
But Fizza Mci ntyre did n't know the real reason. Fletcher
Mcintyre had left beca use, once again , someone was leaving
him beh ind . And th at person had become very special to him.
As the boat began its trip across the sea, Pizzas mom and
dad waved at Richa rd until he disappear ed from view. Then
Pizza'smom turned and smiled at Fizza.
"Do you know something, Pizza! " she said.
Fizza was too miserable to reply at first.
"I think l he Richard Mci ntyre Horse and Carriage
Company could be the answer to some of Birmingham's big
problems."
"what do you mean ?" asked Pizza, staring at the waves.
"Wait and see, Fizza. Tait and see."