The Moon Way street smelled of whistling pine and natural vegetative flavors. Emma loved it.

She has been strolling for almost an hour, walking from one block to another, appraising the beautiful bungalowish houses she has been seeing; and completely liked the fact that she could breathe freely without inhaling a scent of coffee, or perfume, or a mixture of junk and fried foods. The air was very free.

As she strolled down the fifth block, she saw a row chair in front of a pale ...