"Samantha!" Darrin Stephens shouted, "you have a letter from a Mrs. Bree de Kamp."
"Oh, really?" Samantha said after gracefully walking down the Stephens' stairs and walking over to her husband.
"Yes, does the name sound familiar to you?" Darrin inquired, "it doesn't sound familiar to me."
"Well, the specific name doesn't sound familiar, but the house across the street was sold recently. Maybe she's the one moving in. I think I should read it, dear," Samantha stated. Darrin handed her the letter and she sat down on the couch to read it. The letter said the following:
Dear Mrs. Stephens,
Considering the fact that you have probably never heard of me I am happily surprised that you are reading this letter at all. My name is Bree de Kamp and my husband and I will be moving across the street from you in two weeks. One of your neighbors—Gladys Kravitz—mentioned that your family was interesting. I love meeting new people, and interesting people are even better.
So, can we arrange a dinner? Mrs. Kravitz says that you have two children. They are of course invited. My husband and I do not have any children, but we would love to meet all members of your immediate family.
Sincerely,
Mrs.
Bree de Kamp
"She sounds like a very polite and decent
woman," Darrin remarked, "if she will be leaving this address
soon, how should we arrange this dinner?"
"Oh, it's simple!" Samantha cried, "just come over about three days after they move in and introduce ourselves. That's what every good neighbor should do." Just then, Darrin and Samantha's oldest daughter—Tabitha—came down the stairs carrying a large piece of paper.
"Good afternoon, honey," Darrin greeted his daughter.
"Good afternoon, Daddy. I wanna draw something," Tabitha informed her father, "but I can't think of what."
"Why don't you draw you and Adam?" Darrin suggested. Tabitha shook her head.
"Darrin, she has at least five drawings of her and her brother. She wants something creative and original…how about the house across the street?" Sam inquired.
"No, Mommy. I'm tired of drawing houses," Tabitha declared.
"Well, Daddy and Mommy just got a letter from a very nice lady who is going to move into the house across the street. Why don't you draw her?" Samantha smiled kindly at her six-year-old daughter.
"But I don't know what she looks like," Tabitha pointed out.
"That's the whole point. You can imagine what you want her to look like," Samantha told Tabitha, "but you don't have very long to draw because dinner will be finished in about fifteen minutes." Tabitha thought for a while.
"Okay!" she finally replied and walked away from her parents with a satisfied grin on her face.