Sometimes I think Celia really does need to see a doctor. She is always tense and shaking, these days, always ready to burst into tears.
She noticed my new shoes right away. Her eyes went straight to the window. I knew what she was thinking. Yes, Celia, I found your horseshoe and broken file. And your scissors too.
She said something very strange. "You really don't remember." She said it more than once.
Then she stayed for the afternoon and the whole evening. I had to miss my walk. I wasn't upset, though. I can still hear that delicious music!