George pressed the doorbell of the gate in front of him. He couldn't see the front of the house because of the huge gate, but he could see from Mrs. River's house that after the gate was their front yard, the garden, the garage, and whatever they had in their land. But it didn't get away from his observant eyes as well that they were somehow intrigued with what was happening in the neighborhood that he saw how they peeked on the small gap of their windows to see what was happening in the nearby house.
After a while of ringing the bell, the small door of the gate opened, and a woman, seemingly in her forties but still looking so elegantly beautiful because of her white skin and the things dangling on her body and the makeup on her face. She seemed to be someone who was in a group of friend
