Aunt Louie had eyes and ears everywhere, she heard about people moving in, out, this way, that way anytime of day from her girls and men. A girl, Mayla, came in, ignoring the boys and Franklin.

"Aunt Lou, I heard theres a white person moving into that green house on the border between here and the..white neighborhoods. They say they look a little wealthy."

Interesting. The wealthy white folk tended to stay away from the south side as a total unless they wanted party drugs.

"Well, I want you to go find out who that is, Mayla. Here you go, baby."

Aunt Louie slid a small bundle of bills to the girl, a reward for information. As always.

"You hear that Franklin? We have a white person in our border. Let's see how this turns out."

One of the men bet quietly that whoever this was would be gone by a month. A few others saying a weeks time. The south was a lot different nowadays.