Beatrice continued to drag Cynthia through the main building all the way to the office where there was a woman sitting at a desk. She had a name plate that said Jennifer Hall. “Excuse me,” Beatrice said with a smile. “But I’m afraid Cynthia has been very naughty. I think you better call her mommy.”
Cynthia’s eyes bulged. “No, no, please. Don’t call Margaret. Please.”
“What’s going on?” Jennifer asked. “Why should I call her mom?”
“Well,” Beatrice said. “Cynthia had a bit of an accident and then tried to blame it on me. She threw a whole tantrum like a naughty little girl. I just think her mommy needs to come here and teach her how to behave.”
“Is this true, Cynthia?” Jennifer asked. “Did you wet your diaper and try to blame it on Beatrice?”
“N-no!” Cynthia cried. “I mean… it was her fault, but…”
“See she’s still trying to blame it on me,” Beatrice said. “Why don’t you call her mommy and tell her to come over here.”
Jennifer gave Cynthia a look, and then nodded. “No!” Cynthia cried. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it! Please!”
Beatrice swatted at Cynthia’s diapered bottom. “Hush, let’s let the grown ups deal with this. Not one more word out of you.”
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