As I stood there, petrified, she stood in the doorway squarely facing me, arms at her side showing zero signs of Rottweiler Happiness Is An Old Man With A Beer And An A Dog Sitting Near Shirt. I backed down the hallway,feeling a bit foolish for being afraid of a six year old, but this wasn’t my Kinley. I decided we would all stay home today and tomorrow (school is out tomorrow anyway) and see if I couldn’t talk to her at some point. She’d been in her room all morning and every time I went to check on her I found her bedroom door closed and locked, and I could hear her mumbling something but couldn’t quite decipher what the words were. She was speaking in a very low tone, clearly being careful to not be heard. I knocked a couple of times to offer her lunch or a snack and never even heard her skip a beat with the mumbling. When I was starting dinner, I noticed that the biggest butcher knife in my block was missing. I checked the entire kitchen, dishwasher, everywhere it could have been. A giant knife doesn’t just grow legs and walk off… I’ve kept Bo right under my arm all day long. He’s asking about “Sissy” and I’ve just told him that she’s ill.