"Rae, how old are you?" Mandy asked me.
    "I'm sixteen," I smiled at her.
    "Oh, that's great," she smiled at me. We talked for a while until 10:00 when Jacinda sent me to bed. I went to bed until  I realized I had no pj's. I stepped out and heard Jacinda and Mandy talking.
    "Jacinda! Why would you keep that, that, that thing in your house?" She stage whispered to her.
    "Excuse me, Mandy, But 'that thing' is my daughter," Jacinda defended.
    "No, Jacinda, she'd a pyro," She said.
    "Mandy, please leave," Jacinda instructed.