“I have a bruise just northwest of my pussy. What shape is it?” ¶ “It’s. It’s Cuba-shaped.” ¶ “Where do I keep my baby teeth?” ¶ “Your baby teeth. You keep your baby teeth in, in a little tooth-shaped pillow. It has a pouch in front to hold the teeth.” ¶ “Goodness.” ¶ “That’s right.” ¶ “Who made me this tooth-shaped pillow?” ¶ “You’re interested.” ¶ “Baby, who made me this tooth-shaped pillow? Where did it come from?” ¶ “Your mother made it. She sewed it together from a pattern.” ¶ “When I was a little girl.” ¶ “Yeah, she—” ¶ “Shut up. Don’t say anything unless I ask you a question.” ¶ “You sound muffled.” ¶ “Quiet or I hang up. I’m a little girl and my mother makes me this pillow. Ah. Ah. What color is — no, no, you find my tooth pillow, you find where I hid it. Where did I hide it?” ¶ “Um. You hid it in the drawer with your panties—” ¶ “No.” ¶ “You hid it behind the drawer, so like you have to pull the whole drawer out and reach way behind to get at it.” ¶ “That’s right. That’s right. And you found it. What were you doing there? Why were you reaching way behind that drawer?”