HIDING FROM THE MOTHER

“Judy! Judy, where are you?” The little girl pulled her limbs in closer. She didn’t want her mother to find her.
“Judy!” her mother called one last time. She gave up. The front door slammed shut. Judy listened as the car pulled out of the driveway. She looked up from under the ironing board. There was a stack of wrinkled clothes, taller than the little girl, and the maid looked furious as she tackled yet another shirt. Judy crawled away, first one arm, then one leg, but the maid didn’t notice her. Judy sprinted out. Freedom at last!