“Why can’t Daddy know?” I asked lightly, trying to sound amused.
She jumped — too fast, too guilty. “Nothing! Just doll stuff!”
“Wow,” I teased, “those dolls sure have a lot of rules.”
Her little shoulders stiffened. “They have to follow them.” Then she rushed to her room and slammed the door.
That night, after the girls were asleep, I told James.