“How old are you?” She said, completely changing the subject.

“I’m fourteen.”

“I’m eight. You don’t look very old. I’m almost taller ‘an you.” Brie turned to look at Jinny, who was starting to get up.

Jinny sighed. “I know, I’m not very tall.”

“Why are you in charge?” Brie asked with an accusing tone.

“Because I’m older.” Jinny glanced around the room. “So what’cha do for fun? Do you like to play any games? What about dolls; do you play with dolls?”

“I don’t wanna play wif’ you.” The little girl threw herself back against the couch, staring straight ahead in order to reinforce her statement.

“Fine, whatever.” Jinny said dismissively. “I’ll just ground you to your room instead. Then maybe I’ll be able to finish reading my book.” She walked into the kitchen and began searching through the cabinets.