A little girl sits at the table, innocently playing with a spoon and watching her mother.

“Mom, while you were at work, a strange lady came into the house.”

Her mother, busy packing the groceries, suddenly stops.

“A strange lady? We’ll see when Dad gets home.”

Her tone is dry, but the girl shrugs, unimpressed.

A few hours later, Dad arrived. He had just set down his briefcase when Mom looked at him with her arms crossed, as if ready for a fight.

“So tell Dad what you told me earlier,” she said to the little girl.

The little girl jumped up from her chair excitedly.

“You’re here, Dad!” She was very pretty and wearing a sparkly red dress. She said she came to help you find… documents?”

Dad is paralyzed with shock. His face pales and he begins to stammer:

“Uh… documents, you mean?”

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