Half-Hour Stories Of Choice Reading For Home And Travel

And he seemed courteous and respectful, with no hint of the roughness that she imagined would characterize a boy growing up in this neighborhood. She made out a list, gave him a five-dollar bill, and he ran down the stairs, whistling. Suzanne walked to the balcony of her apartment and stared down at his figure, running quickly up Hancock Street and disappearing from view. She turned back inside, humming to herself. Only a half-hour in her new home, and already she'd met someone from the neighborhood, someone that she knew would provide valuable research for her social studies. Yes, she would certainly have to become better acquainted with Donald and his family. They could be her first case history. With a sigh, she flopped into a chair and surveyed her new apartment. She felt she was going to be very happy here. For the first time in her life, she would have a place that was entirely her own. For a split second, she wished Sam were there with her, and the sign on the door read "Mr. and Mrs." instead of merely "Suzanne Delacorte." She made a mental note to write to Sam that evening and tell him of her move ...»