...leeping forms, and was out of the room as soon as she had come in, closing the door behind her. Scampering lightly down the hall, she went back into her room and dug around in her dresser for her old slingshot. She felt it, pulled out the satisfaction-guaranteed childhood toy, and walked over to her window. Opening it up, she then kneeled down and pulled the necklace back in the sling. She stretched it as far as it would go, then released. The necklace went sailing, way far, all the way over the houses on the opposite side of the street. There was no way it would stay intact after a launch like that. Perhaps the bird was trying to fly.
That'll do, dove, that'll do, Frida thought with a smile. She stood up and was headed down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Then, she decided, it would be off to Manny's. She really just needed someone she could talk to right now.
Suddenly, however, she saw a shadow coming up the stairwell. At the top of the stairwell, her father came walking up. She instantly felt uneasiness prickling in her back.
"Oh. Frida," he said, noticing her. "You're up. That's great!"
"…H-Hi, Papa," she greeted nervously.
"And you're talking again! Oh, thank goodness. You know it breaks your Papa's heart not to hear your sweet, melodious voice-"
"Uh, Dad, sorry to interrupt, but why are you back ...