‘Great what’d I do?’, thought Little Sally.
“Get in here, now!”
If Little Sally were older, she probably would have cussed. But she is not, so she just bit her lip and headed to the bathroom, pretty sure what the commotion was about.
“What is that?” Mother is wrapped in a terry cloth towel pointing at the drain of the bathtub.
“Oh it’s just a spider. Don’t worry it’s not a real one.”
“Oh, you know it’s not real? It looks real and scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Maybe it’s Bobby done it.”
“Bobby’s at camp.”