“Yeah…looks like it,” John replied.

“You think they are from the city?” Judy asked.

“Must be. Look at those unnecessarily fancy bags. A bit much if you ask me,” John said with a judgmental grimace.

“Oh, Johnny. Always such a grouch. I like their bags,” Judy said.

“Looks like there’s a kid there too. He looks like he’s my age,” Tommy said with excitement. Tommy and the other boy, Kevin’s eyes momentarily met. They shared a brief nod of acknowledgment.

“Kevin! Stop staring off into the clouds and help your mother with the rest of the bags,” Kevin’s dad, Danny, told his son, seeing him gazing at the neighbors next door.

“Nonsense. They’re just being neighborly. Plus, I think this may be really good for Kevin. He may even find a friend in the boy next door. You know he struggled to make friends back in the city. This could be good for him.”

Kevin helped his mother, Cindy, bring the bags into the house. Danny peeked out the kitchen window, looking into the family’s porch.

“Looks like we’ve got some nosy neighbors,” Danny scoffed.