"I'd like to help if I can, Emily."
"She can... change things. Anything she wants. I...I'm almost certain I'm not really her mother, that she changed it so I was. I need you to help me before she realizes what I'm doing."
Linda looked at her, concerned. Stacy was an adorable little child, and Emily was acting like she was some sort of monster. "She's a little girl, Emily..."
"No, she isn't...not really...I don't think," Emily said. "Please...I know this sounds strange...but you have to believe me..."
"I don't want to hear any more of this. Stacy is a very sweet little girl," Linda said, firmly. "Now, sit down right there and behave yourself," she said, gesturing to the chair next to her.
"Oh, no...she got to you..." Emily said, starting to feel nervous under Linda's gaze. What did Stacy have planned?
"No one got to me," Linda said. "I hope you and Stacy make up and can be friends again, but until then..."
