Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Hungry, your big tummy rumbling, you went to the door expecting the pizza man. You pull open the door and instead of the pizza man, there are four people standing in fron of you - a man and woman in casual clothes, and two boys. The woman is carrying a big casserole dish, the man a plastic container that might hold a cake or a pie, and each of the two boys is carrying a bottle of fruit juice.
They smile at you and the man says, "Hi, new neighbors! Welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Mike, this is my wife Shelly, and these two are Franky and Caleb. We knew you wouldn't want to cook after moving in, so we brought you some supper. Hope you like it."
The man moves to come in and you back out of his way, your eyes rivetted on the older of the two boys, who looks about your age, though shorter, and who is...
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