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Bill nodded decisively. "At the creek in two hours. I'll see you guys there." Bill turned around and headed back to his family's new place. For those not familiar with Bill the abrupt departure might have come across as very rude, in fact people who know him well might still think that, but it was not intended to be. A course of action had been decided upon and in Bill's mind there was nothing else do be said. Grabbing his bags we headed into the small store front, remembering at the last minute to turn and wave at everyone.

Inside he was met by a very tidy, well kept dress shop. His mom made decent business making dresses for the ladies of the town. In the back he could here the rumble of machinery, undoubtedly his mother's mechanical washer, dryer, and other things of that nature.

"Hey Ma, I'm home!" Bill shouted to the back of the house.

"Your bedroom's just upstairs, second door on the right," Came the muffled reply from the back room. "We'll have to talk over dinner, work's busy today."

"Not a problem Ma. I'm going to take care of some stuff at Mr. Sanders place, then I'm going to go out with some old schoolmates."

"Make sure your home for dinner by 6. Sorry I'm not in a better position to chat."

"Not a problem Ma. I understand," Most kids his age might have felt a bit disappointed by this rather lackluster welcome, but Bill didn't mind to much. Mother had work to do and he had things to do, so they might as well wait for a more convenient time for the both of them before they talked. Hauling his bags up the flight of stairs tucked away on one side of the store front Bill quickly found the room that had been allotted to him and began unpacking.