When I came back in the living room it was empty. From the hall I heard little feet traipsing up the stairs to the first floor. Angry from her lack of respect I rushed up the staircase. The speed was too much for my towel and it almost dropped. Pressing it with one hand just to cover my front I was closing in on Maria, who in turn increased her speed when she heard me coming, screaming like a banshee in a mix of excitement and fear. She was of course on her way to her room to change into her silly kid's clothes. What about me? Would she want to continue embarrassing me or did she just not care?
She managed to open her door but my body thundered against the door when she wanted to close it from behind. Maria was not prepared for that much of resistance of the door. When it flung open she was pushed and fell backward on the carpet. The towel flung open and offered a plain view of literally everything from below her bellybutton. Yelling in anger she pulled the towel back in place. "This is MY room. Get out." She got to her feet. "What should I wear?" She retracted to her cupboard and opened it. "Hold it there" I commanded. Her head turned with an astonished view. "Why?" The nonplussed look on her face was confusing me. Still I tried to remain patient. "You just pushed me into the pool. And I just rescued you and your silly doll. Now I only have this towel to wear. And you will wear nothing else until our clothes are dry." Maria shook her head. "You can take something from my mother's stuff. But make no stains." My patience was up. I moved towards her and chased her away from the cupboard. Unfortunately she managed to grab some items and a wild race began through her room, over her bed, and over the tumbled chair and princess castle and all the other usual hurdles in a little girl's untidy bedroom. While I had the disadvantage of a too small towel for such a chase, limiting my ability to move, Maria was slowing down from laughing so hard. She loved this game, but just until I had cornered her.
Fear appeared in her eyes, but they sparkled just before she made the final move. Her intention was to cross the bed and make a beeline for the door, but I managed to grab an ankle. She flopped on her bed and howled, still holding the useless treasure of clothes in her hand. I hopped on the bed and sat down on her little butt, pressing her face down into the bed sheet. After I retied my towel I was ready for punishment.
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