Lisa's grandma held the phone in her hand as she watched the naked child run through the the living room and into the entry way and out the front door.
"One, two, three ..." Grandma counted. By the time she counted to six, little Lisa came running from the back of the house, through the living room, into the entry way, and out the door into the rain. Grandma counted again. At six, Lisa came from the back of the house, ran through it, and disappeared out the door.
This strange phenomenon continued for ten minutes.
The child was having fun with her newfound teleporting abilities.
Grandma inhaled deeply, sighed heavily, and dialed her daughter's phone number. The phone rang three times.
"Hello, dear," Grandma said to little Lisa's mother. "Have you heard from Lisa's school today. ... No? Well, I wanted to tell you before they called. Lisa is at my house. ... No, she's fine. ... No, nothing particularly bad happened, although there was an incident. ... No, she's not a woman, yet. ... No, she didn't get sick. ... Why don't you come here for lunch; we need to have a chat. ... I can't really tell you over the phone ... "
The conversation was interupted by delighted squealing as Lisa materialized at the dining room table only to run through the house towards the front door.
"Yes, that was Lisa. ... Just come over. I'm your mother and you have to listen to me. ... See you at noon. Bye, dear." Grandma hung up the phone and waiting for the child to appear again. As soon as she did, she was wrapped in a towel and held fast in place.
"Let's hold off for a while, sugar. We don't want you to tire before your mom gets here. She surely wants to see your magic ability."
Lisa nodded her head and then asked."Grandma, can I have a piece of cake?"
She has no idea how unique she is, Grandma thought. "Sure thing."
And they ate cake and waited for the storm of Lisa's mother to start.
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