"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.

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