She is supposed to be asleep, but she hears me laugh downstairs, and asks her Papa "Is Jennifer downstairs?"
"No, MlleL," he says, "Jennifer is not downstairs."
"No," she says, "Jennifer my dog."
While I am in the bathroom, she starts to open the door without knocking.
"This had better be an emergency," I tell her. "Before you open the door, I want you to be sure that this is an emergency. Is this an emergency?"
She opens the door anyway, mutely hands me a spool of green ribbon, and leaning on it from the other side, closes the door.
"Your caught your hair," I tell her.
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