Mike, his parents, and his younger sister all sat around the table for breakfast. They waited patiently as Rebecca served freshly made pancakes and orange juice.

"This looks lovely dear," Edmund praised his wife. She smiled and sat across from him. They all bowed their heads for morning Grace.

Halfway through, a loud bang came from outside the open window. Little Delilah, just five years old, looked out the window with curious eyes.

"What was that?" she wondered.

"Probably the neighbors," Edmund sighed. "They're moving in today. I hope they aren't too much of a distraction."

"Can I meet them?" Delilah asked eagerly.

"Not now, Delilah," Rebecca said. "But perhaps we can all go introduce ourselves after breakfast."

Delilah nodded and began to eat her meal. About halfway through breakfast, Edmund noticed that his son was still staring out the window.

"Mike!" Edmund snapped. "Why aren't you eating?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry Dad," Mike looked at his father and finally picked up his fork, taking the first bite of his pancake.

But he couldn't help wondering who it was that finally bought the old Worley house.

a/n: names of family members have been fictionalized because I'm too lazy to research that shit

Set in 1961. Mike is 18, Micky 17 (I know their age gap is bigger but shush)