One afternoon, I was getting bugs for Golly. Mom decided to get me back to myself. My outdoor-loving self. So, I went outside, and, honestly, I was sick of it. It grew old on me, I guess.

I stopped gathering when I saw a moving van driving by. It stopped at Ms. Stanley's house! I vowed to keep anyone off of the property. I marched over there. A tall and rugged man, who seems to be Mom's age, was unloading boxes. Seeing me sitting on one of them, he paused.

"Can I help you?"

"You must go. Now."

"I can't. I bought it."

"It wasn't yours for the taking."

"Why that?"

"This house belongs to a friend of mine. Or used to."

"What happened?"

"Death of stroke."

"Sorry about that." He took off his hat.

"What brings you here?"

"Trying to restart my life." The man told me his life. As I listened, he was making sense. He finished by stretching his hand out. "Henry Carlisle."

We shook hands. "Gemini Welsch. Around here, everyone calls me Gem."

"So, Gem, do I have perimission to move in here?"

"Well, you can't start over without a house."

"So, yes?"

"I guess." I got up to leave. He smiled and resumed, unloading more boxes.