Russell turned around. At the door, a little girl around five or six years old with a red hat called out to him.
She was thin and small. She had short hair and big eyes. Her eyes looked especially bright.
"What did you call me?" Russell pursed his lips.
"Russell." The little girl pursed her lips.
"Come here." Russell waved.
The little girl walked over and sat on Russell's lap. "Can you take a different color next time? The hat is so ugly. They said I was like a match."
Russell looked at it carefully and commented, "It is quite similar. But there are only two colors. The other is black."
"Then I want black."
"Isn't that just a burned match?"
Carrie was speechless.
"Have you and Chelsea not reconciled yet?"
Carrie put her arms around Russell's neck and asked him.
"Who told you th
