...opened the door. “Fine, I’m coming in,” she announced. “Hope you’re not naked.”
The door swung open and Judy stepped in, still dressed in her soccer uniform. To Jim she looked like a giant now.
“Oh, uh, who are you?” she said as she noticed him. “Were you the one crying before?”
She smiled and knelt down in front of him. “What’s your name widdle guy?” she asked. “How’d you get in here?”
What would he say?