The little girl sits at the table, innocently playing with her spoon while watching her mother.
“Mom, while you were at work, a strange lady came into the house.”
Mom, who’s busy putting away groceries, stops suddenly.
“A strange lady? We’ll see when Dad gets home.”
The tone is dry, but the little girl shrugs without being impressed.
A few hours later, Dad arrives. He’d just put down his briefcase when Mom stared at him with her arms crossed, as if ready for battle.
“So, tell Daddy what you told me before,” she asks the little girl.
The little girl jumped up from her chair, excited.
“A lady’s here, Daddy!” She was very pretty and wearing a shiny red dress. She said she’d come to help you find your… documents?”
Dad is paralyzed with shock. His face turns pale and he begins to stammer:
“Uh… documents, you mean?”
