Bella Ella

This is Carol’s ten-year-old daughter Ella. Even at such a young age she knew exactly how to handle Marlo, and for three straight mornings Marlo would wake up, look up at me from her mattress and say, “I want to play with Ella.” Not good morning, or hello, or nice to see you. Thankfully this was something I could use as leverage: “Sit down now or I WILL TAKE AWAY ELLA.”