She stopped by today, with mama and nona and grandpa bill in tow.
We had a discussion about a potential intruder.
"Teeb, I hear growling."
"Where?"
"Behind the bookcase."
"Behind...zeee...BOOKCASE?" Young Frankenstein fanatic that she is, this got a laugh.
"Yes!"
"Then you'd better check it out."
She crept slowly to the art section and peered theatrically around the corner.
"I see something!" she whispered.
"What is it?"
"I see its terrible paw! Come and look!"
I poked my head around the corner, and sure enough there were the monstrous carved feet holding up our oak table.
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