They moved into the house across the road one Saturday morning in June, a couple in their 40s with a teenage son and a young daughter. They looked like a picture-perfect family, but looks can be deceiving.
All changed when I got new neighbors.
A day later, the whole lot of them marched across the road to introduce themselves.
“Good afternoon!” The man offered his hand the moment I opened the door. “We’re new in town and wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m David, this is my wife, Sarah, and our kids are Leo and Mia.”
I shook his hand. “I’m Harold.”
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Sarah held out a cherry pie.
Behind them, Leo, the teenage son, stood with his chin tucked, hands anchored deep in his pockets. Mia smiled and waved at me.
The whole lot of them marched across the road.
