My name’s Zach, and my family has lived in this cul-de-sac since I was a baby. Our next door neighbors are – or were – Mr. Allan Jordan, his wife, and his son, Heath, who was my age, and we used to play ball together. They were This summer, my dad and I went away for the summer, traveled the country, and had a blast! But in the months we were gone – it looked like our neighbors had moved out of the ‘hood.
I already knew that Mrs. Jordan had gotten a divorce and took most of the stuff in the house. I saw two pretty ladies standing on their terrace; the taller, older one waved me over while the purple dressed girl (I guess her daughter) looked shy and even nervous. I strolled over.
“Hi. I’m Abigail and this is Hannah, we’re so pleased to meet our…”
“Umm.. Mr. Jordan, why are you and Heath posing as women?”
“Shit, I knew he’d recognize us, Mom.,” cursed Hannah. “Now he’s going to expose us, and our lives will be ruined! Look… Zach… it’s”
“It’s OK, cutie,” I said with disarming charm. “You make a very pretty girl – like your mother here. Can I take you to the movies tonight?”
Hannah was speechless, but Miss Abby was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Zach, I’ll allow it, if you can talk your hunky single dad into joining us!”