"Shut up, we're making friends with the locals. Sorry about him, he's the devil. Literally. Lucifer, say hello and be polite." Michael commanded as he watched Raphael squirm around in his brother's arms, all red faced and excited. "We're new in town, just finding our feet. We were the ones who moved in down Oak street."

He assumed Bobby would know what that meant because everyone else seemed to every time they had a conversation about it. Apparently it had been empty for quite some time, blah, blah, blah.

Matty climbed up the cart, very safely, and looked at his brother. "There's no monkey, he just talks all funny."