Eloise And The Grump Next Door Novels & Stories

It was almost ten years ago that this strange friendship had begun. The old woman was cleaning her utensils one day when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up from the sink, a little astonished. No one ever visited her. She closed the tap to see if she had heard correctly. She could not trust her ears nowadays. Old age was beginning to take its toll. Another knock, a little louder this time. There was no mistaking the sound. She shuffled towards the door, the glass that she was cleaning still in her wrinkled hand —another knock.

I chuckle looking at where they disappeared. "How is it my fault?" Oswald murmurs. I gave him a pat on the shoulder and entered the house with Ossey trailing behind. "I hope he has to chase him across the country first," Ossey mumbles and I chuckled. The neighbour across the street was sitting on a rocker, watching the commotion, as Ossey closed the door. Clinking and shuffling were coming from the kitchen. "Mum!" Ossey calls loudly and Mrs Seymour appeared at the kitchen door. "What's Noel going on about?" She asks.

"Evie, meet Olive. My little tornado of joy. Olive, this is Evie, the kind lawyer who's going to help us get grandpa's property back." Olive's eyes widened in wonder, and her round face broke into a wide, gap-toothed smile. She rushed to my side and extended a hand, as if sealing a pact. "Thank you, Evie," she said earnestly, her voice carrying an unexpected depth. "If we get grandpa’s house, it’ll be like being around him again."

"The housing market in the capital is insane. You can’t afford a closet on a barista’s wage, let alone an apartment. And besides, we like having you here. Blanche loves having her uncle around." Right on cue, five-year-old Blanche looked up from her pancakes, her thick brown hair tied in messy pigtails. She had a streak of maple syrup on her cheek and an expression that was far too observant for a kindergartner. "Uncle Theo can't move out, Mommy," Blanche piped up. She looked completely convinced and serious. "He’s broke. I saw his piggy bank yesterday and it only had dusty coins and a button in it."

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Nobody makes an effort to hinder me. Now When we pulled into the driveway, my father greeted us by saying, "Well look, your buddies are here." As I look out my front door and see Lillian and Ellie standing there, my heart skips a beat. It appears as though Ellie has been basking in the sun nonstop because her hair has become noticeably lighter. She bleaches it occasionally, although I never really believed that it was necessary for her to do so. When it hangs down her back, it never fails to look flawless and gleaming.

Greta asks with a mean stare. “Good morning, Mrs. Clark. Is Mary Lou up?” “No, and she will not be seeing anyone today.” “I’m up!” Mary Lou shouts from behind her mother. She rushes to the door and pushes it open so that there is enough space through which Eloise can enter. “Please, come in, Eloise.” Greta scoffs and walks away while Eloise walks into the room. Eloise has learnt to take Greta’s theatrical behavior as nothing more than a show from a dramatic woman.

But grandfather's excitement made me think this was some sort of buy one and get three free kind of deal. He might not have been aware that Eloise was once married. Grandfather finally allowed me to go, and I drove down the lonely route to my house. I slowed down the moment I sighted Eloise walking sluggishly as if she could collapse at any moment. She should be able to handle enough pressure as a director. I drove closer the the pedestrian walk and whine down my window before popping my head out a little. " I see you have made my money seeing how early you are leaving work" I said with so much sarcasm.

Within the blink of an eye and another, they'd disappeared. **** It was evening and Maddie was standing in the doorstep of Olive's house. She rang the doorbell for the third time. This time Olive opened the door. "Hey, you look drained" Olive said, holding the door open for Maddie. "I feel drained" Said Maddie "Why did you leave?" "Didn't want to get in the middle of all that ruckus" Maddie rolled her eyes. Only Olive could use the word "ruckus" in a sentence and not crack a smile.

Elsie As soon as I heard the knock on my door, I knew it would not end well. I could smell the cheap booze and cigarettes permeating from outside my door. I silently pleaded for Oliver to go away. I knew he was plastered, but I also knew who was lingering nearby. Stupid Jules had already visited me earlier, trying to convince me to fool around with him, but of course, that would never happen. If only Oliver hadn’t shown up tonight of all nights.