Walkie-Talkies Along the Fence
Nell watched the moving truck park next door and felt a small, hopeful flutter. Then she saw that the only kid in the family was a boy her age who dragged a box to the porch without once looking up. By supper, she had decided he must be unfriendly.
Her grandmother disagreed. "Maybe he's just shy," she said. "Try something easy."
So Nell dug her old walkie-talkies out of the closet. That night she hung one on the fence by his window with a note: "Channel 3. Say something if you want."
Nothing happened for two days. Then, late on a rainy afternoon, the walkie-talkie crackled. "Hello?" said a quiet voice. "This is Arjun. Is anyone there?"
"This is Nell," she said, nearly dropping her sandwich. "Welcome to Maple Street."
They talked about everything. Arjun told her that his old dog was staying with an aunt until his family unpacked. Nell told him which neighbor gave out full-sized candy bars at Halloween. Neither of them had to look at the other, and that made the talking easy.
On Saturday, Arjun walked to the fence and held up his own walkie-talkie. He was smiling, a little nervously. "Hi," he said, out loud.
"Hi," said Nell. She did not need the radio for that.