Doing what she did with the door was a little over the top, but this was Amelia and she did nothing normal. Maybe she was from another planet and her mother was impregnated by some kind of alien. No, that wouldn’t explain the DNA test she got then. Not necessarily. Her mother could have been the alien! If that were to be true, though, the government would have been on her before she would have even known about the test results. Being from this planet wasn’t so bad after all. She just had to get used to the up and down rollercoaster and remember mistakes were going to happen, and not to dwell on them.
Well, that little reminder was nowhere near her thoughts after what Frank said, because she was waddling her way toward the bathroom and poking her head in. Amelia wasn’t going to scoop out the whole room for trap doors but she sure took her time looking up and down and along the walls before turning back to Frank, blinking at him. Feeling a little foolish for her paranoid actions, even after Frank spoke to her, she said, “oh, well… I don’t see any kind of trap door that you could slip through.” Her eyes glided down his body then back up to his eyes, nose giving another wrinkle like a mouse. And that thought caused her next words, “unless you can shift into a mouse.”
She moved away, coming back toward Frank and pursing her lips while passing by him, and only stopping at the back door to give him one more stare before disappearing back outside. But, she wasn’t going to go back to her painting, no. When Frank closed the door to the bathroom to do his business in private, she was going to step back into the house and wait for him.