I read through the newspaper Mr. Emerson, my boss, lent me. The headline jumped from the page, saying "New Disney Attraction Brings in Tourists!" [i]Big deal[i], I thought, frowning. Tourists meant madami people, and madami people meant witnesses.
"Leigha," my co-worker Delilah told me, "costume time." I nodded, set down the paper and changed into my Belle costume.
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Yet another child came over, beaming. Her golden blonde curls shimmered in the light.
"Hi," I greeted, sitting down to come eye-to-eye with her, "what's your name?"
"Amy," the girl's mother said, taking out her camera
"Well, hello, Amy," I began signing her autograph book with Belle's signature; a unique combination of cursive and swirls. "Whatever brings you here?" I asked, using my sticky-sweet voice.
"It's my birthday!" Amy said, a fit a giggles over taking her
"Oh really!" I said, trying to look as jubilant as possible, "How old are you?"
"Five" the girl answered, holding out a hand
"Cool," I said, "ready for the picture?"
Amy nodded, and I got down on my knees and hugged her, facing the camera-woman, my fellow spy Tracy.[i[Snap![i] went the camera. I faced little Amy and hugged her tightly. She then left me to ilipat onto the susunod princess, Cinderella, aka Mia, yet another fellow spy.