I like to think that she's having deep thoughts about life, love, and truth like whether that darn dress is black or gold.
Or maybe she's just nosy. Vivi could be the Gladys Kravitz of our neighborhood, and she knows everyone's dirty little secrets. Someday she will use this knowledge to bend the neighbors to her will.
I saw what you did, Mrs. O'Sullivan. Now hand over those frozen blueberries and nobody ever has to know.
As long as she doesn't get Rear Windowed, this could lead to big things. She could be the blueberry mob boss of the Merrimack Valley.
Or maybe it's been cold for so long that she doesn't know what outside is. After all, she has the long-term memory of a small rabbit, and it's been a really long winter. To Vivi, the world is made up of our house, the car, the entry-way to Maddie's school, and the supermarket. It's a small world after all.
Someday, little one, there won't be snow over your head, and I'll bring you out into that magical place you see through the window panes. It will be great.
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