it was a hot summers day, 1990. and the bailey’s had recently moved out of their house, although it was clear a new lot had moved in now as a pick up truck sat outside the house next door.

georgie was sat out on the porch of his house, missy chasing after sheldon as she tormented him. he was sat there flipping through one of his magazines, as his eyes lifted up to examine the family who was moving in. just for now, he was quiet. but he’d soon to introduce himself soon.