There was a knock on my door at 10 am. It could only mean biscuit time.
"I'm coming!" I exclaimed as I hurriedly pulled on some pants.
"You've got new neighbors," Charlie said pointing to my surgeon neighbor's house.
The for sale sign was gone and a big U-Haul truck was in the driveway.
"Let's hope they are more neighborly than the surgeon," I told Charlie.
Charlie handed me a sack with two sausage biscuits and then handed me a Coke. The biscuit fairy had more deliveries and away he went.
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