The telephone rang. Mikey answered it.
"Mikey?" came his mother's voice from the phone. "I have to work a little late tonight. I've called The Lis next door. Mrs. Li or her daughter will be there and will get supper for you tonight. So you go over there, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," said Mikey.
"I love you. Bye bye."
When suppertime came, Mikey walked over next door. He wondered who would be making dinner for him. Mrs. Li, who was 40something with short dark hair, or her daughter, Rachel, who was 18 and had hair down to the small of her back.
Who would it be?
