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Jeff drove down the road, the methodical
sound of the Collective Soul CD that was spinning in his CD player urging
him on. The lines in the median telling him he is almost home.
Home. Needed rest and respite for three whole days. The
mere thought of that brought a smile to his face.
He glanced up quickly in the
rear-view mirror. Matt had turned off at the road to go to their
father's house, where Matt still resided, but Jeff still plodded home.
He wanted to get home and see Liger, his faithful friend that eagerly anticipated
his visit. Jeff is sure his dog was missing him.
Finally, his road came into
view. Jeff made the turnoff onto the road, and drove down it, toward
his residence. His face wore a huge smile, as if it were a brand
new suit of clothes. He couldn't wait to get home to quiet.
Peace and quiet. Peace and....
"What the...?" Jeff asked aloud,
as he saw a moving van in front of the house down the road from him.
He didn't know that anyone had bought the old house. But someone
must have. He slowed down, to watch what was being moved out of the
truck. He saw a piano, some really nice looking antique furniture,
a lot of glasswares, some horse equipment, and the usual boxes and such
that one would see coming from a moving van.
"Hm. Wonder who it could
be?" Jeff asked. He looked to see if there was someone coming out
of the house, directing the moving people.
He soon got his answer.
A tiny, redhaired woman came out of the house, making sure that the moving
people were doing things the way she wanted. Jeff looked at her petite
frame, which was holding her curvy build in quite nicely. He wondered
if he should pull over and introduce himself. After all, they were
to be neighbors, and neighbors should know one another, right? Especially
when he had a neighbor that looked as good as her.
He decided against it.
Fatigue and road wear told him that he had better go home and get some
rest. He drove on down the road to his home, with the volcano in
front. They would meet in a few days, and it would be an adventure
in itself.
Chapter
Two