Finally, it was moving in day for Richard and Maggie Combs. The two of them left behind their small apartment in Central London for the leafy suburbs of Richmond upon Thames.

The removal van was parked on the driveway outside 57 Oak Circle Drive and there was a hive of activity with the Combs and delivery men going back and forth from the van to the house.

Watching the activities, was Samantha Becks. Local historian and self-proclaimed psychic. Dressed in a long flowing lime green dress punctuated with black celestial bodies, she wandered across the road to the Combs house just has Maggie came out of the back of the removal van carrying a large ceramic flower pot.

"Hi, neighbour!" Samantha thrusted out her hand.
Maggie wasn't ready for such an enthusiastic welcome and nearly dropped the pot. Fumbling to secure the item. Maggie smiled and returned the handshake.

Samantha adjusted her black rimmed glasses as she looked up at the house. "So, the Robinsons finally sold it!"

Maggie too now looked back at the house. "Yes, we got it at a good price. They seemed anxious to sell. Something about them wanting to leave the area?"
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