The Song

Prologue

The boy was wearing his Sunday vest. The girl was wearing her Sunday dress. She was dressed in white, him in black. She stood across from him and he smiled at her. Hiding behind her father's arms, she hid the smile on her face. Her dark brown hair blew in the wind obscuring her vision.

"Hello, I am George Richards and this is my wife Kat," The girl's father introduced his family to the boy's parents. "And this little girl," he swooped down and grabbed his daughter into his arms, "Is Melody." The girl smiled at her new neighbors and said a quick hello.

"It is nice to meet you," The boy's father says in a strong voice. His grip was firm and tight. "I am Jerry and this is my wife Kelsey. Now son, come here so I can introduce you to our neighbors." The father called out. His sharp cheekbones were attractive but something about his face, or the way he stood, made him seem like a man with a temper. He gave the Richards family an odd feeling.

The boy step forward and put out his hand and with a small voice that soon became firm, said, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Richards. My name is Peter John Summer. It is a pleasure to meet you." He spoke with the entire adult like manner this little seven year old could manage.

"Aw, George, how adorable is that?" Kat whispered to her loving husband and best friend.

"I know dear," he whispered back. He grabbed his wife small hand. It was callused though by the work she did.

"Melody will be starting first grade this year, I hear Peter John will too?" George asked.

"Yes, he will," Mr. Summer said, stopping his wife from saying a word before she even fully opened her mouth. "It was nice to meet you. However, we have a lot of stuff to unpack."

"Of course, we best be getting inside as well." Mr. Richards said his farewells to his new neighbors, and walked into his tiny little home with his wife and child. All was well.