It's another cool, sunny day in Pleasant Hills. A moving truck brings boxes in and out of 1148 Fairpenny Drive, the sound of cardboard scraping against the pavement echoing down the street. The air smells of fresh cut grass mixed with the faint exhaust from the truck's engine. All the neighbors look on in curiosity from their homes, interested in seeing if they'd have a new neighbor or if whoever inherited Ernest's house was simply planning to sell it.

There were rumors that a woman would be moving in, but Bethany kept insisting you could never be sure. She'd been standing at her kitchen window for nearly an hour, her knitting forgotten in her lap as she watched the activity. Finally, someone pulled into the driveway, just as the moving truck left with a final backfire.

Behind their windows, the residents of Fairpenny Drive all wondered what kind of person their new neighbor would be. With baited breath, they watched as their new neighbor got out of the car, revealing her for the very first time. The afternoon sun glinted off the car's windows and cast long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns of the suburban street.