I observed the girl at my door cautiously. It was the summer of ; I was 7 years old and in need of a friend. Although my three older brothers let me join in on their games, I could only endure so many defeats in pingpong, basketball and Super Smash Bros. Emmy told me she lived next door with her uncle Mike and brother Kyle. A sociologist could have predicted our outcomes from a handful of statistics, but as a child, I assumed there was little difference between her life and mine.
My neighbor Beth is always asking me to do things for her. I don't mind helping out a neighbor, she always tries to pay me but I never take anything from her. Her husband Ralph passed away about ten years ago, shes in her mid 60s I guess. In her day Ill bet she was a looker, shes a slender lady long grey hair and well built from what I can tell through her "granny cloths".