“The Rodet’s are moving in today.” Mrs. French called from the Kitchen.
Amada sat on the steps, fingers clenched around the baluster as she watched the new neighbors trudging through the living room. “Mama… they’re here.”
Mrs. French hurried from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.
“Welcome! We’ve prepared your rooms. Amada’s growing, yet she squeezed in to sweep, dust, and fluffed the pillows.”
Mr. Rodet tipped his hat to Amada.
Mrs. Rodet tittered, her eyes bright. “Oh, it’s so lovely. Thank you, Mrs. French—Amanda. Please meet our younglings, there is Elmer first, then Emma, and Eldritch."
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