I ran, whirlwind, knees and elbows, downstairs to answer the doorbell. There stood a grinning old man, flat cap, suspenders, and round spectacles.
“Hello, little girl,” he said. “May I come in and talk to your parents?”
I shook my head. “They’re at the store. I’m not supposed to let strangers in.”
“Then would you give them this?” he said, handing me a pamphlet that read ‘Church of Starry Wisdom’. “We’d like to welcome your family to the neighborhood. Soon, we won’t be strangers.”
As he walked away, I saw the squirming tendril creep out from under the hat.