Brooksville was a quiet neighborhood, the kind of neighborhood that most people would feel comfortable letting their kids explore. It seemed to have come out of a typical 70’s movie. Most of the streets were lined with beautiful thick green trees whose leaves rustled pleasantly in the summer breeze, and the craftsman style houses looked cozy and welcoming. People nodded to each other as they drove by each other on the street, and even the dogs didn’t bark too much when the mailman came around. The main reason everything in Brooksville was so pleasant was that it was a tightly knit neighborhood, so people living there knew a lot of their neighbors personally.
Every single person in Brooksville seemed to know Candace.
She stood in Mr. Hoffman’s house with her feet spaced a little further apart than normal, gazing at his front door with a distant look in her eyes. A dark green baseball cap with a logo on in that said “Marie’s Pizzeria” rested on top of her head, and she wore a matching green short-sleeved button down shirt. The shirt sported the same logo on the left breast, except this logo was larger, and behind it was a cartoony illustration of a busty woman holding a large pizza with a sly smile.