“Mom, while you were at work, a strange lady came into the house.”
Mom, who’s busy putting away the groceries, stands there as if dead.
“A strange lady? We’ll see when Dad gets home.”
The tone is dry, but the little girl shrugs her shoulders, not at all impressed.
A few hours later, Dad arrives. As soon as he puts down his briefcase, Mom stares at him with her arms crossed, looking ready for a fight.
“Then tell Dad what you told me earlier,” she asks the little girl.
The little girl jumped out of her chair, overexcited.
“A lady came, Daddy! She was very pretty, wearing a shiny red dress. She said she was coming to help you find your friends. Certificates?”
Dad is stunned and frozen. His complexion turns white and he begins to stammer:
“Uh… documents, you say?”
