Sofia shrieked one more time, falling back onto the bench as if she'd actually been shot, feeling the phone behind her. The tears were back, but she sat stock-still, knowing by the way Papi talked about the bad man that he might actually hurt her.
When he turned back to the road, she stuffed the phone in the back of her pants discretely, under her coat. She tried to make it look like she was just sitting on her hands- a better actress, than one would probably imagine a four-year-old to be; undoubtedly her Papi's influence.