When she came into the kitchen this afternoon, I noticed that she had changed her clothes from school, but I didn’t really put any thought to it. I did find it a bit out of the usual that she had changed into all black and had a hat on; but was busy getting supper ready so didn’t question her about it.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she was trying to sneak around the kitchen. I was just about to go after her to see what she was trying to hide when she suddenly stopped in front of the fridge. She spread her hands and stood perfectly still, stiff as a board.
“Abbie, what are you doing,” I asked?
“I’m camouflage” was the reply.
