Chapter Five
July 4th
Dappled Hills has been interesting. It’s both everything I thought a small town would be, and something very different.
I’ve met a lot of people here already. If I want to meet more, I probably need to start joining clubs or other activities. Quilting is really popular here. I never thought of myself as a quilter, but there are women here who are eager to show me how to do it. It might be a good way of making friends.
One thing has been sort of odd. I’m sure that one of the people I met isn’t who they say they are. I’m not going to write anything down until I’m sure, since I carry this journal along with me to serve as my writing notebook, too. But I know this person is a criminal, no matter what kind of story they’ve concocted about themselves here in Dappled H
