The Tenfoil Shark

When i was ten, we moved to a new house across town. Two of the women neighbors came by to welcome us. Dad served them drinks and then apologized for having to run off to the ity company to straighten out the prior owner's bills. The three of them stood in a triangle around me, smiling and nodding at each other with nothing to say until dad came back. Something about the mixing never seems right. Slanty eyes, white face, a little monster. Do you think he can speak english?