“How do you feel about tomboys?”
“Huh?” You replied, thinking, Where did that come from?
The woman leaned her elbows on the windowsill, her eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Well?”
Wondering where this could be leading, you shrugged. “They’re fine, I guess. Um, why do you ask?”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, nothing. The Donaldson family needs a babysitter for their five year old daughter, but their older son is quite a hooligan. None of the local girls will go near him, and his parents are at their wits end. Now, being the concerned neighbor that I am, I figured that a nice tomboy who can handle herself if things get rough ought to be able to lend a hand. And maybe teach that boy a lesson in manners.”
You try to find a good answer to that. “Oh, um, okay. Well, I’m not familiar with this town just yet, so I don’t have anyone to suggest, but I’ll keep an eye out.”
This gets an odd smirk from the woman. “I’m sure you’ll provide a good candidate before long. If you’ll excuse me, I have a nap to finish.”
With that, she slammed the window shut and vanished. For a second, you just stare, going over this crazy exchange in your head to try to make some sense of it. Coming up empty, you simply take your leave and go back to your house.