Chapter 318: New Neighbors

Our cute little neighborhood is going downhill because of people like you. – Mrs. William Henderson-Brown

There was a loud knock on the door and Pagan hoped to any god that was listening, that it was the pizza guy. Opening the door to a very angry looking old woman, he decided he should have directed his pleas to a goddess instead.

Plastering on a friendly smile he looked at the woman who had to be in her eighties. At least. Her white hair was perfectly styled in the standard old woman poof above a stern looking face. Dark eyes scowled at him, and lips were pressed together in a thin line. Her blue dress was impeccable with coordinating shoes and a black wood and silver walking cane.

“Hello.” Pagan said offering a hand.

“Your children are bothering me.” She said the word children as if it were offensive.

Pulling his hand back, he leaned against the door frame. It was hot and they were playing in the waterhose. Maybe they were a little loud, but they were also