Hannah's walking funny

I don't see Hannah for about an hour, which I was grateful for. I got a lot done - I finished her bed and I made progress with the floors. They like their home clean.

As I vacuum I hear what, if I hadn't lived here for years so far, I'd think was an elephant charging. But I have the wisdom to know when to hide from a Hannah tantrum. I swerve the vacuum cleaner into a spare bedroom and close the door.

This always works, because I'm never the target, but alas today is different and the vacuum's cord took the opportunity to rat me out. She comes in and tries to sit on the bed a few times, but awkwardly rises again.

It just served to delay the screaming: "I don't know how you did this but this will be the last day you work in this house!"

I look confused, because I very much am. "Hannah, take a breath. What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I want to know how you did it, and I want you to--," she pauses as she takes a few steps closer and her voice drops to an uncomfortable, quiet tone, "tell me how to take it out."

I take a few steps backward to get some space to think what she could mean. "The car?"

"NO! I mean the ...," and she starts to something behind her.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.."

"I figure you must since it says 'Property of Maria' on it! I can't take it out and if you don't help me I will take you to the police and make sure you're deported."

This hits a nerve, "firstly, I was born here so nobody is getting deported, and even though it's my job to help you, I have no idea what is my property. Can you show me?"

She looks uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as I look as she turns and lifts her skirt at the back.

"Property of Maria," I read aloud. I can't explain why but my mind jumped straight to the app. If my gut is right, this might just be the moment I've never been able to dream of - the moment where I finally reclaim some power.

"Why are you smiling?" She starts to step backwards, concerned.

I pull out my phone and glance at her face as I open the Hannah app. I tap the toggle switch and watch for a reaction.

"EEP!" Hannah jumps backwards and clutches her ass. "It's gone! How --?" She pulls some faces for a few seconds as her body acclimatizes to not being penetrated. She starts to walk closer to you so you instinctively tap the toggle. She doubles over in discomfort before straightening up and preparing for a run at me. "Give me that!"

"Ah, ah," I say, holding it away from her. "That's mine."

Despite my efforts she managed to snatch it away from me. I watched as she tried to fiddle with something on the screen but suddenly tossed my phone aside as if it gave her an electric shock.