Frankie doesn't believe her

Frankie merely looked the little woman up and down for several seconds before shaking her head, a look of disappointment on her face. "It isn't nice to lie, Jasmine. It can get you into big trouble." Frankie said, "Now, I will only ask one more time. Where are your mommy and daddy? A little girl like you shouldn't be here all by herself."

Lauren groaned in exasperation as she pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed that she had to climb out of the tub for this idiot.

"Listen, you blonde, blabbering, baboon!" Lauren snapped, talking to the blonde in a condescending tone, "I am not Jasmine Little. I am not a four-year-old who has accidents. I am a twenty-one-year-old woman. And you are the brainless nitwit that knocked on my door without making sure you had the right apartment! Now get lost, you big, blonde bimbo!"

Frankie stood there for a few minutes, blinking as her jaw dropped in shock. Her brow then furrowed as she stared down the little woman in front of her...