Darling, Take My Hand

Chapter 2

"That's the other thing, it isn't a family. It's a woman. One woman with no husband."

Margaret was surprised. Nowadays when people moved into houses like in her neighborhood, it was a family or a husband and wife. Never just one person, let alone a single woman. But Clara was proven to be right when a woman with dark blonde hair stepped out of a car and looked around at the moving truck and her now new home. Margaret couldn't get a good look at her from far away, but she could tell the woman was pretty.

"I should assume that is her right there?" Clara turned around.

"Yes, I think so. I heard from Catherine that she was quite an interesting character. OH! Margaret you should invite her to your annual 4th of July party next week! That way the entire neighborhood can get to know her."

"That sounds like a great idea, oh Clara you do come up with the smartest ideas."

"Oh I know, Max is always telling me how smart I am. Anywho, I would love to stay and chat but the baby is bound to wake up at any moment. I'll talk to you later Margaret!" And with a polite wave, Clara walked away, leaving Margaret staring at the house across the street. But she wasn't staring at the house, no she was staring at her new neighbor.

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The funny thing about having logic defying time traveling powers was that everything Theodora needed was made for her. And in this case she found herself signing the deed to a house in a nice little neighborhood.

"Alright Miss, everything seems good, you're allowed to move your things in now. Congratulations on the new house."

"Thank you." Theodora walked out of the office to her car and drove to her new house. When she arrived the moving truck was already there. She got out and inspected the place where she'd be living for awhile. It was nice, not too small but not too big. It was the perfect house for a small family.

Fuck, Theodora realized alot of the people who lived in this neighborhood were probably already married with families and she'd be the odd one women would gossip about. Oh well, it's not like she'd be staying for too long. Some of the moving men had already started moving furniture into the house, Theodora hoped the couch and chair weren't tacky or uncomfortable.

She turned around for a second to see the house across from hers. It looked just like every other house on the street, except Theodora clearly saw a woman looking at her from their front door. The woman quickly realized Theodora caught her staring and immediately slammed the door shut.

"Hm. That was weird." Theodora shrugged and walked inside the house.

The house was... average. She honestly wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary, the inside looked as basic as a house could be. Well, luckily she wouldn't be staying forever, just a few weeks or so. But man was the house boring. A little bit of redesigning couldn't hurt, right? And hell, getting drunk while redesigning and annoying her literal brand new neighbors sounded fun.

This 1950s trip would be a blast.