Chapter 25: Living in the Suburbs

Vesta looked around. The place seemed pleasant enough. Already, humans were coming towards them with smiles, rather than anger.

The only problem was the humans in the first section did not speak English. Thank goodness Vesta remembered some French from her grade 12 trip to France, and her struggling speech got them through the first two sections of the settlement and into a part where their language was spoken.

“Hello,” a friendly voice called from the twilight. A woman with black hair and a smooth tan was walking casually up to the group.

“I can see you just arrived. Let’s see what we can do to find you a house,” the woman shook hands with Vesta’s family. Her eyes fell on Vesta’s bandaged arm but she said nothing. “There is an open house on the edge of the settlement. There’s nothing wrong with it, but people just don’t like being on the edge of the homes.”

“What is that,” asked Lucy.