I sit quietly reading in the shady area deep in the back yard. I vaguely hear a loud crash of metal on metal, but continue reading. I am more interested in my book than all the noise and yelling coming from the front yard.
I become aware someone has come around to the back yard. I realize it is Mrs. King from next door. I can barely recognize her with the tears running down her face.
She runs to me and grabs me in a hug and cries out, “Oh you poor orphan! You must come with me now.”