It just figured — no, she mustn’t think about the dust or she’d sneeze. Then Mama and Uncle Peter or the Great Auntie would hear and she’d be in trouble.
The floor, the floor, think about the floor. Though she had done this several times in the past, she was still surprised at how cold and hard the tile floor was on her bare legs.
She slapped a hand over her mouth in shock. Had anyone heard?
Sophia sucked in a quick, quiet breath and waited, heart pounding ferociously in her ears as she counted slowly in her head. After three counts of three hundred, when she could hear clearly again, she risked a peek out from under the tablecloth.