As I climbed on and started speeding down the street, I could feel my sister’s newfound respect fading like an old star, but I couldn’t stop. I turned the corner of Charles and Jefferson as if nothing could touch me – I rode faster and faster. As I rode past the Kizers’ house, . . . one of them shouted, “Nice wig!” And I yelled back, my face bent close to the handlebars, “It’s my real hair!” And then another block up, Ruth Kennedy shouted did I know I was wearing my slippers, and I yelled, “They’re my actual feet!”

—A Girl Named Zippy,
Haven Kimmel

As she rides her bike through town, what can you conclude about Haven Kimmel’s neighborhood?

A: People seemed to know each other by name.
B :People seemed to respect Haven Kimmel.
C: People seemed to ride bicycles.
D: People seemed to follow Haven Kimmel.