She'd left her own door unlocked because she was just going next door and hadn't planned to go inside.
She'd just come back from the store earlier that morning and had washed the pack of containers on her counter. Lifting one from the drying rack, she turned it over and placed the cookies into the container and closed it. Hustling back to Sam's house.
Sam.
She smiled as she moved across the sidewalk and back up to the house.
She stopped before she pushed the door open and looked into the camera box.
"I'm not sure if you'll be able to see this if you're not looking at your phone." She chuckled a little. "I don't know how this works beyond those videos on Youtube about crimes being caught on Ring Cam, but I just want to let you know..."
She held up the container up by her face and smiled, feeling silly.
"I'm putting this inside where you said I could."
She pushed the door open and saw the table just inside the door.
His house, at a glance, looked like hers, but opposite. Likely a product of the era when they were constructed. It was clean, too.
That was all him.
Smiling, she leaned in, keeping her feet outside, and put the container down on the table.
Done with that, she leaned back out and closed the door behind her.
She heard the click and a whir. Before she was satisfied that it was locked she took hold of the doorknob and found that it was locked.
Nodding, she looked back at the little box beside the door. "Okay. Again, not sure you can see this but it'll make me feel better. That's kind of silly, right? Anyway. The door is locked. I tried to open it again and it wouldn't open."
She nodded and turned to leave, but stopped and turned back, lifting her hand.
Seaton waved. "I hope your call ended well."
She frowned. "That sounds... silly. Well,... Um... Bye?"
Seaton managed to turn around before she rolled her eyes at herself.
"Way to go, girl." She walked down the steps from the porch and walked back toward her house, telling herself the whole way that she'd made an utter fool of herself.
"Yoohoo!"
She stopped short of the walkway to her door and turned around to look across the street.
There was a kind, older woman who she'd bumped into earlier that day at the store.
Surprised, Seaton smiled at the older woman. "Hello, Missus March!"
Looking both ways first, Seaton crossed the street and saw that the older woman had groceries in the trunk of her little car. "Can I help you?"
Missus March lifted an elegant silver brow which had once been dark. "Canyou?"
Seaton's lips pressed together in a barely suppressed grin. "MayI?"
Missus March's expression was full of youthful humor. "Yes," she nodded as if she was a sage on a mountain top, "you may."
She reached for a brown paper bag and as soon as she lifted it from the trunk, the bottom of the bag disintegrated. "Whoa!"
The groceries inside hit the ground and Seaton dropped down to pick them up, worried that she'd damaged something.
