Our three-bedroom ranch sat at the corner of Grove Street and Bedford Euless Road on a block of identical houses, all with simple but well-maintained landscaping. The majority of our neighbors were retirees who had owned their homes for decades, but a few were renters like us. Within walking distance from our house were chain restaurants, bars, motor inns, and a teenager’s paradise: the North East Mall. What I liked about our new digs was that it blended in with the others on the block. It wasn’t an eyesore and, for once, I didn’t feel ashamed of it. Mom had rented a three-bedroom because David was still in high school, and he would be living with us. But he was finishing his junior year in Montgomery, so for the first time I was given the bigger bedroom, which had a cool double door and a window that looked out onto the busy roadway. On one of my first afternoons in North Richland Hills, I was peeking out through the living room curtains. I noticed a girl who looked to be about my age.
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