By Tony Russell|
“Somebody finally moved into that house two doors down--the one that’s been empty for almost a year,” Patty said while we were eating dinner.
“Thank goodness,” I said. “It’s about time. Did you meet them?”
“No, all I saw were the movers. They have a strange assortment of furniture, though. A lot of file cabinets, computer equipment, printers, and that kind of thing. No beds or dining room sets or couches or end tables.”
“Huh,” I said, “that’s odd. This neighborhood is zoned for residential use only. Maybe one of them works at home, and the rest of their stuff is coming in another moving van.”
Patty looked a little doubtful. “Could be, I guess,” she said. “Anyway, I baked a gooseberry pie to welcome them. Why don’t you take it over after supper and introduce yourself? Maybe you can find out more about them.”
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