"Come on, Danny, please?"
"Sorry, sweets."
There was just enough room for her to stretch out a little. Standing
up was going to be tricky, though. Even if she did, she'd find that
the door locked from the outside.
"Danny! Daannnyyyyyy!"
I closed the door and threw the lock.
"Don't worry," I told her. "The mice are in the other closet,
remember? At least I think they are. Bye now."
I walked away. She could curse pretty well herself. I heard her
practicing all the way down the stairs.