Gemotions

The delivery truck, emblazoned with the logo of a high-end antique dealer, parked outside Ms. Rodriguez's modest bungalow. Lily, watching from her window, felt a sudden jolt of excitement, a pleasant electric current. Ms. Rodriguez, the woman who wore the same faded floral dress every day, was getting a delivery. Of *antiques*.

Lily's brain ignited. She needed to know more. She decided a walk was necessary. A very, very slow walk. She made sure to "stumble" across the street just as the delivery men were struggling with a particularly large crate.

"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with concern. "Can I help?" The game had begun.