The phone began to ring loudly. “I know who that is” He grumbled as they walked toward Brie’s bedroom. The door was still closed; Mr. Macabe knocked loudly, three times.
No response.
“Brie, are you dressed yet? We need to talk to you before I leave.” His voice carried booming authority, but he didn’t yell. Slowly, the door began to open; both Jenny and Mr. Macabe were speechless for several moments.
In the doorway stood Brie, red-faced and pouting. She had exchanged her dirty striped, shirt, for a clean yellow t-shirt. Everything else had disappeared; replaced only by a diaper taped crookedly around her waist.
“Is ‘dis ‘aporperat?’”
For a few seconds, no one said anything.