"Well, what am I supposed to do with her?"

"She's your daughter, Jimmy."

"I know that."

"Then take her."

"Why do you have her anyway? She's my daughter."

"Her mom left."

"Where'd she go?"

"I don't know. I found her alone, talking to the pillows."

"She's a weird girl."

"She's your daughter."

"What were you doing there, anyway?"

"Selling Avon."

"You had no business."

"Why weren't you there? She's your daughter."

"She's her mom's daughter."

"Then maybe I should find her."

"Maybe you should."

"Well, I would, damn it, except she's gone. So take your goddamn daughter."

"Fine, I'll take her. Did she bring a pillow or something?"