“Oh, my God, you have to let me help! I want to help! This is so exciting!” She hopped back and forth on her feet, clapping her hands. I responded through gritted teeth. “No. I don’t need your help. I can do it on my own.” She stopped hopping and abruptly frowned. Her voice was still a whisper although somewhat louder. “See, this is why I don’t like you!” “I thought you did like me.” “No, I do like you, I like you for Janie, but I don’t like that you hide things! Why do you do that?”
