The dress fitted precisely, except for the absurd shoulder bumps. Sally was radiant for a moment. Then her small face sobered and she started to look vacantly at the distant wall.
"We'll have to send it back," Ann said, "and get the one we ordered."
She tried to take it off, but the child squawked violently. Ann grabbed her daughter's arms, held them above her head and pulled at the dress. It seemed to be stuck somewhere. When Ann released the child's arms to loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then began to float three inches above the ground. She landed just before she collided with the far wall.
Sally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Then she squealed in delight.
Ann's legs were rubber. She was shaking her head and wobbling uncertainly toward her daughter when the door opened behind her.
"It's me," her husband said. "Slow day at the office, so I came home early."