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"Um, yes, if you know where to. You haven't seen any keys...?" She's shaking her head. "Okay. Has anything been scary? Have you felt in danger at all by anything?"
Lottie scowls. "I haven't been scared."
"Right. Um, but if you were scared— no." You have to be careful about how you say things. "Even if you weren't scared, has anything happened that might scare other people?"
There. She relaxes. "When I was following Daddy, I heard some... growling. And upstairs, I heard some footsteps."
"You're sure it wasn't Mommy walking around?"
"She's in bed. And I heard some..." Lottie lowers her voice. "...cursing, too."
No, definitely not your mother. Still, footsteps seem more manageable than growling, especially with a child tagging along. It's one thing if you get hurt or infinitely tortured, but she doesn't deserve it. Maybe that's part of it, too. Her not deserving it. "Sounds like we better check that out, then. We wouldn't you exposed to <span class="mu-i">cursing.</span>"
"Hey! I know curse-words."
"Like?"
She puffs both her cheeks out, now, debating. "Like... 'hell.' And 'damn.'"
Damn you to hell. "Wow, I guess you do. Keep those in your back pocket, okay? We might need them."
"Okay!" Lottie says, and scampers over to the open doorway, book tucked under her arm. "Are you coming?"
"I'm coming," you say, and follow her.
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