My clothes are a little tattered but nothing that a few stitches here and there can't help. Sitting by the window, I watch people pass by the busy streets of Manhattan as they go about their day. I wonder what they're all up to. I haven't been outside in days so all I can do is mend my clothes and watch them as I do.

Sissy the Persian cat comes sashaying into living room and hops onto the sill next to me. "Hey, Sissy," I say cheerfully as she begins preening herself a bit. Typical. I'm her bestest bath buddy every morning, noon and night. The perils of being home bound, but it's better than being homeless.

Which I was for a while until Agatha brought me in. Bless her. She didn't have to do that, but she did. And there are others here as well, like Timmy, the smallest of us children. Well, I'm not a child, but to Agatha, we are all her children and that's all that matters.

"Hey, Edie, look! Someone's moving in across the street!" Jimmy, Timmy's not twin twinnie (as he calls it because his bond with Timmy is that strong) had replaced Sassy at some point. Resting my sewing on my lap, I turn to see where he was pointing and, low and behold, a new family was, indeed, moving into the building right across the street.

"They look well to do," came the sardonic tones of Matthew, the queenest queen among us. He came from an abusive home but he never left his punk roots behind. Agatha just seems to have a knack for finding those in need of space to bloom. "If we're lucky, we might get invited over sometime." Matthew walked away with the air that said so many things. Things that the younger ones didn't understand at all as Timmy and Jimmy looked at me. All I did was shrug and turn back to the window.

"They certainly do look like they have money," I mumble as watch the movers bring in new furnishings. Even those telling them what to do were wearing clothes that none of us could ever think of wearing. Agatha worked for a fancy boutique, but she was lucky her boss allowed her a few things at a time. Usually she's a jeans and tee or oversize sweater kind of gal. The one thing she always had were catalogs and magazines showing all the wonderful things one could have if we only had the money. I certainly never will, but I like the idea of it one day happening.

That's when we saw him. Some of the girls care over and even some of the guys and there were murmurs and covetous comments. He was a well dressed gentleman with a girl that looked to be in her early teens. "He must be her escort. Or maybe an older brother? What do you think?" Jessica elbowed me with waggling brows as she grinned. Her curls bounced about as she giggled with glee. "Finally, something worth looking into outside the house. I want to see if we can go out."

"But, we've never been outside," Tabitha said, truly worried about all this. "What if we get in trouble?" Tabitha is the resident worrywart. She and I are similar in many ways, but sometimes she takes on the role of worried mother versus big sister. It just can't be helped with her.

"First of all, my dear," came the seductive voice of Drusilla (That's Drew-silla because, if said any other way, she'll sass you left, right and center for days. No one knows why but that's how it's been since I arrived.) "It's not everyday you get to see someone like that move into this neighborhood, especially that family. This neighborhood is changing for the better so we better hope that Agatha can keep up with it." She starts walking off with a huff and a sigh.

"What are you talking about, Dru? Agatha is doing just fine." Matthew always comes to Agatha's defense. He knows how hard it is to work in a town like this and has been her supporter ever since he came here. Michael had been among the first of us to live here. I came here shortly after so I know how he feels about her.

Still, what Drusilla said gave me pause, as I turn from the beginnings of an argument back to the window. I couldn't help the gasp I let out as I dropped my sewing and saw that the man we were just oggling looking up at me. At least, I think he was. His smile was gentle and warm, made me feel emotions I can't describe. Maybe he's just looking at the sky, I thought as I kept still for a moment. It could have been true until he waved at us. While Dru and Mat were arguing, the others squealed and jeered as I waved back just a tiny little wave. "Give me a break, guys," I mumbled as I felt like a deer in headlights. I could see him chuckle as his smile grew a little bigger before turning to enter his new home.

"Oh my god... Oh my god! Did that, like, literally, just happen? Eeds, he totally likes you!" Jenny hugs my shoulders with a big squeeze before zooming off shouting something about wardrobe. She's huge on fashion since Agatha got that job. Jenny's biggest attachment is 80s fashion because it always seems to come back into style. Personally, I like what I wear. Simple things that mean something to me. They were what I came with when I arrived. But... thinking back on what just happened... did he really just wave at me or was he waving at us? So many emotions I'm feeling right now, I swear I feel both foolish and excited and confused...

"Hey. Hey!" A hand waved in front of my face. Jacob managed to come over and tilted his head in concern. "You okay?" Jacob is like the big brother of the group and always looks out for the little ones.

"Yeah," I say after a deep breath. "Guess the excitement of new neighbors really got to me."

"Don't see what the big deal is," Jacob grumbled as he glanced out the window. Movers were still going in and out of the house, but I could tell he was sizing the new guy up.

"Well, the others thought it was a big deal. Maybe it is," I said as I grabbed my sewing and placed it in my basket. "Anyway, we should get ready for when Agatha gets back from work."

"Yeah," was all Jacob said as he stood by while I got off the sill and walked with me out of the living room.