what you sow

[katrea]

On the doorstep of a townhome in New York City, a basket is placed.

The doorbell rings.

There are footsteps, and then there are not.

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[katrea]

The small child in the basket remains fast asleep.

[queensidecastle]

That's convenient.

Chris puts the basket on the couch, and sits down next to it, and contemplates her situation.

[pythbox]

Speaking of small children, a five-year-old girl comes thumping down the stairs.

"Who was at the door?" she says quietly.

[queensidecastle]

"I have," sighs Chris, "no idea."

[pythbox]

The girl ventures into the living room.

She sees the basket.

She looks in.



She looks expectantly at Chris.

[queensidecastle]

Chris shrugs.

"You know as much as I do, kiddo."

[pythbox]

"Oh," she says.

"What are you going to do?"

[queensidecastle]

"Try to find her parents, I guess."

[pythbox]

She looks at Chris; she looks at the basket.

She says, "Then what?"

[queensidecastle]

"Gooood question," says Chris.

She gets up.

"I'm gonna go think about this. If she wakes up, can you ask her where she came from?"

[pythbox]

"Okay."

[queensidecastle]

Away goes Chris.

[katrea]

It doesn't take that long for the small girl to open her eyes and start trying to squirm out of her blankets, looking around with bleary confusion.

[pythbox]

The somewhat less small girl reaches into the basket to help disentangle her.

[katrea]

Eventually she is disentangled, and sitting in her basket.

"Where'm I?" she wants to know. Her accent is strange - not American. Closer to Scottish than anything else, but not that close.

[pythbox]

"In my house. In New York. What's your name? I'm Elizabeth."

[katrea]

"I -" The girl blinks, and looks down at herself. "I - I don't know."

[pythbox]

"...What do you know?" says Elizabeth. "Do you know where you came from?"

[katrea]

The girl shakes her head slowly. "I'm not... just... new?" she asks haltingly.

[pythbox]

"Well, you're new here," Elizabeth says consideringly, "but you have to have come from somewhere. And the doorbell rang, and you were sleeping so you didn't do it, so somebody has to have rang it and then put you down and ran away."

[katrea]

The basket child takes this in solemnly.

[pythbox]

"And you're too big to be a baby, and you can talk. Babies can't talk," she says.

[katrea]

"Okay," says the basket girl. "I can talk."

[pythbox]

"Yeah. So you're not a baby. So you came from somewhere and you weren't just born in front of my house. But you don't remember anything?"

[katrea]

Basket-girl shakes her head, frowning.