"Who's Sophie?"
"Match."
"Why didn't you speak so?"
"New Mom calls her Sophie."
"She calls her Honey too."
They forgot about their task until, "Let's try to get Sophie's attention."
"Ok, everybody got their unisons ready."
"On three. One. Two. Three."
All four objects yelled their unisons.
"Hey!"
"Over here!"
"Wooo!"
"Hold it. This is doing no good."
"Why?"
"Look at Sophie."
Sophie was still sitting in the chair with her feet up on the bed, but now the book was in her lap. Her head was down, chin to chest. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was rhythmic.
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