“I’m home,” cried Faylee. No one answered. “Where is everyone? I don’t remember today being a special day. Where could everyone be? Even ‘Doory’ is gone. Hey! I’m home! Is anyone here?” Silence. “I’ll just go in the kitchen and fix something to eat.” As she gets closer to the kitchen, Faylee hears talking. It sounds like a town meeting. They always have them, the town meetings, at her house because it’s the biggest, and everyone likes to look at the trimmings inside. The Rose’s home has been the most ornate in the neighborhood since Faylee’s grandfather died. He was in the oil business for the majority of his life. Actually, the oil business has been a family tradition for several generations.
(Have you read Susan?)