Alice: I holding mustard.
Me: Yes. We'll need that in a minute for the sandwiches.
Alice: And cheese.
We hear the front door burst open. Two angry feet kick off a pair of rubber boots and stomp across the house to the dining room. There is a scraping of chairs on the floor, then silence.
Alice: Who that?
Me: I think Janey is hiding under the table.
Alice: I go talk to her?
Me: Good idea.
Alice climbs down from her chair and walks to the dining room.
Alice: Jane? You in there?
Jane: No. Go away.
Alice: You mad at something?
Jane: Yes.
Alice: You mad at Henry?
Jane: Yes. And I want to be alone.
Alice: OK.
They are quiet a moment.
Alice: I be alone with you, Janey?
Jane: OK.
More silence.
Alice: You want be alone with me in the tent?
Jane: Yeah! Let's go!
2 comments:
Don't forget "sororal support".
They are so lucky to have each other (and a tent)! Dear Alice is obviously of the pastoral care/social worker class!
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