The trees grow up sometime (L.S.)

The seven year old Louis dropped his homework to the sound of the car, which stopped right now before the newly sold house on the opposite side of the street. It was a red Rambler.
After a short break, several people came out of the car: a man with a potbelly, a brown-haired woman and behind them, a little curly boy, and a little girl. Louis pressed his nose harder against the window: Maybe, here comes a mate, who he can play with! There's no one in the neighbourhood, who could have fun with him. It's like the boy on the other side just heard his thoughts: looked up straight in Louis' eyes.