Seth called out as he wiped his hands on the dish towel and passed by his nephew Oscar, who was playing on the carpet with his toys. He smiled at Oscar as his nephew glanced over at the door curiously, the small fire truck poised in his hand. The knocking continued, irritating Seth. Whoever it was didn’t seem to have any patience. What did the knocker think, that he camped out by his front door so he could answer it in less than five seconds? Placing the palms of his hands on the door, he glanced out of the tiny peephole and saw that it was his neighbor from across the hall. The man had just moved in this past weekend, but Seth hadn’t met the guy, not formally. Seth pulled the door open, blocking his new neighbor’s view from his apartment. Paranoid, maybe, but Seth had lived in the city before coming to this small town. In the city, people didn’t let anyone see what they had in their place. That was asking to get robbed. Old habits really did die hard. “Can I help you?” Seth asked as politely as he could.
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