Dylan nosed around Evie's house like he lived there. And since Evie moved in, he spent as much time there as he did in his own house.
"What happened here?" Dylan said, perusing the painters and plastic covering the furniture.
"Nothing," Evie said, leading Dylan out of the house.
She apologized to Bob and Joey, who wore painters overalls, told them to help themselves to the cookies in the kitchen.
"And I have tea too, if you'd like some of that."
The cats instantly appeared, hoping for an extra treat. Evie stepped through them like tiptoeing through puddles.
Evie said, "I'm just getting the place ready for the next tennants."
Dylan stomped his foot, both hands forced down into fists. "Brantley said he fixed it."
Evie said, "I just made some strawberry thumbprint cookies. You want some? Bob and Joey won't mind sharing."
"You can't move!"
Evie pursed her lips, but no ideas came to mind. The neighborhood was filled with cookie cutter houses, one story, box shaped, an attached garage, only varying in color. Most of them with white siding.
Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, Dylan."
"You're the best neighbor ever."
"Dylan, I'm sorry."
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasíaEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
