Drew came in through the front door just like always, briefcase in hand. “Did you see the moving truck across the street?” he asked, dropping his briefcase on the kitchen counter. “Looks like we finally have a new neighbor.”
Tricia had to admit she hadn’t seen the truck. She did hear one earlier, but forgot about it as soon as the sound vanished. Their three-year-old usually kept her hopping around the house, forcing her to use his nap time to get as much cleaning done as possible while she had the chance and quietness. “Did you get a look at who it is?” she asked. “Hopefully, it’s not some crotchety old man who bitches at kids if they get on his grass.”
Drew chuckled as he leaned in and kissed his wife lightly on the lips. “You’re safe on the old man part. Actually, you won’t believe w
