You had moved to Westview a little while ago. Your friend was suffering with her parents death and you wanted to be there. So, you had moved in with her and know here you were. Living next to a hot neighbor.

Wanda Django Maximoff.

The woman was the most well known parent of the town. She had two twin boys, Billy and Maximoff. She was the ex-husband of the preist (and people still talked about it even though they were on good terms) and was head of the PTA. Her flower shop was one of. the most successful places in Westview. Everyone loved her. Including you.

Wanda and you talked often, you being her next door neighbor and all. You babysat for her kids occasionally and she always was inviting you over, whether to have a meal or just to talk. She would always make sure you were okay and took care of yourself. She was genuinely interested in you.

That’s what you two were doing now. Sitting on her nice couch in her nice, slightly rustic, Southern home.

“I’m sorry sweet pea,” she cooed softly, her voice slathered with the sickly sweet sound of her Southern accent. You were complaining passionately about college. “I hated college as well. But it gets better, I promise. In the mean time, you have me. You know that, don’t you?”