She’s easy to entertain. I set her down inside my office and she immediately skips over to plop herself onto one of the loungechairs. I expect her to ask me for something, but she only smiles at me and kicks her feet against the cushion to make thembounce. “What do ya wanna clean first?”
Ah. Right. “Here, umm…” I glance around for something she can “clean” with. “How about you help me organize the books?Smallest to biggest.” I’m not sure how advanced her reading skills are, so that seems like a safe strategy.
Willow grins and hops back off the chair. “Okay!”
When I see she’s being careful with sliding the books out of the lowest shelf and even dusting them with her fingers and shirt, I
relax and slide into my desk chair. As expected, the accounting sheets are pr
