After five minutes of walking, we came to a very nice house on the edge of the block not far from Amelia's. The house was a light grew with white finishings. A brown wood door stood firmly in the middle of it with two large windows on either side. It was pretty large. Two rose beds sat on each window; under the one on the left was a rocking chair. A part of the roof covered the porch neatly and had four pillars to hold it up. A clean, crisp light grey walkway led to a white painted three-step staircase. Shrubs sat perfectly on either side of it.
"Your house is so nice," I said.
"Thanks." he replied as he took out a key. He unlocked the door and we went inside. In the living room was a little girl with blonde hair, She looked around four, wearing a Barbie t-shirt, and watching SpongeBob.
"Tommy!" she yelled when she saw us. She ran up to Tom and hugged him tightly. Tom picked her up so she was at his level.
"Hey Sally! What's going on?" he asked happily.
"I came back from preschool!" the little girl replied with the same enthusiasm.
"Did you have fun?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Well I missed you today. And I brought you something," he said and put her down.
"What is it?" Sally asked anxiously. I held back my giggle as Tom knelt down and reached into his bag, then he pulled out a doll with braided blonde hair and wearing a baby blue dress with little white shoes.
"Kathleen found this and thought you would like it," he said. “It looks just like you,”
"Yay! Thank you!" she exclaimed and took the doll from him, then she looked at me.
"Tommy?" she asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"Who's the princess?" she asked. My eyes went wide and I had to clap my mouth shut so I wouldn’t gasp. Tom laughed.
"No Sally, she's not a princess. This is my friend Courtney. Court, this is my little sister, Sally." he replied. Sally eyed me up and down.
"You're pretty," she said. I felt myself blush and chuckled.
"Thank you, so are you," I replied. She giggled and ran upstairs.
"She's very energetic," Tom said when she disappeared.
"She's so cute!" I exclaimed quietly.
"Yeah. Anyway, my mom should be around here somewhere," he said.
"Mom is right here." a woman with raven black hair holding a laundry basket against her hip came down the stairs.
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