"Su-sieeeeeeee!" She shouted two seconds later. I had only begun to get my head out of whatever I was writing.
"Su-sieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She yelled louder.
"Hold on. Hold on." I called as I stumbled down the hallway to the stairs. "What is it?"
Halfway down the stairs, the Mama held up a bottle and asked, "Do we have Windex?"
"Windex?" I immediately envisioned her standing on the highest step of the tall ladder to clean the windows from outside. I peered at the label over my computer glasses. "This is Windex."
"It's not blue."
Oh, God, I thought. Will she ask me to go to the store now? Can I get her to use vinegar instead?
"Windex comes in different colors now," I said. "This has lemon in it."
"Okay," she said, taking the bottle from me.
"What are you going to do?"
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