Brie didn’t say a word, only staring at the girl who she didn’t know, but apparently was important enough to be in charge of her.
“I gotta go over a couple things with her; run along and change out of those dirty clothes. Please put on something appropriate.” He took a step toward the kitchen, but stopped when Brie didn’t move.
“You don’t know what ‘appropriate’ means, do you?”
Brie shook her head.
Her father softened his tone. “It means ‘the right thing for the for what’s going on.’ For example; what you done today was bad; the right thing is for me to punish you. It’s appropriate for me to punish you when you do wrong.”
Brie listened intently, sure that this was some puzzle she must figure out, or face dire consequences.