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I stared at her. Before I could respond, I heard knocking. Not on my door, though. It sounded like somebody was knocking farther down the hallway. I didn’t think much of it until the knocking came again. Penelope stopped what she was doing.
“Is somebody knocking on my door?” she asked as if I could see through it.
I shrugged.
“It’s probably one of your neighbors.”
She started walking toward my door, and I watched her with a smile on my face. My shirt was so big on her that it fell halfway down her thighs. She had been walking around my apartment like that since she woke up.
She leaned forward and looked through the peephole, then she froze.
“Oh. My. God.”
I frowned.
“What?”
She turned around so fast that I almost laughed.
“MJ!”
“What?”
“My dad!”
I straightened up.
“What about him?”
“He’s knocking on my apartment door!”
“Oh, shit.”
She looked back through the peephole.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
She repeated as she paced in front of the door. I started laughing.
“Why are you panicking?” I asked.
“Because that’s my father!”
She looked through the peephole again, and right then, her phone started ringing. We both looked toward the kitchen counter.
Daddy
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. Penelope pointed at me before she hurried over, grabbed her phone, and answered.
“Hi, Daddy!”
I shook my head. Her voice had changed so fast that I couldn’t help smiling.
“Pumpkin, I’m here. Are you forgetting we had a breakfast date this morning?”
She had her phone pressed against her ear, but I could hear him talking in the hall. Penelope closed her eyes. I watched the realization hit her.
“Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”
