“He said I’ll get new bedroom furniture too, once Mom stops complaining to the court.”

I put my teacup down on the table and studied her face.

“Has Daddy been talking to you about the court again, Sophie?”

Sophie pulled the gray rabbit against her sweater and rested her chin on its head.

“He said the purple phone in his car records what we say so the judge knows who’s telling the truth,” she whispered.

My mind went straight to the little purple toy phone in my desk drawer.