Denny’s father had a job which required him to travel. The family didn’t spend more than two years in any town or city.
The first move was when she was a year old, the second when she was three.
She recalled the third move because she was in kindergarten. She had to leave all her friends and go to a strange place, a strange school, strange people.
Her mother had warned her, in a gentle way, not to make real friends because they would only be in the town or city for a short time.
Denny had cried because the old town, the old school, the people there had been real to her.
Now, she would never see them again.