A little girl is captured by the enemy and interrogated by a professional. Told from the vantage point of the professional.
The doorbell rings and my mother answers it. It's my new babysitter.
"Oh, hello!" my mother greets her warmly, ushering her inside.
"Hello, ma'am," the young woman responds respectfully. "And this must be the young man I'm to watch tonight?" she asks, as she peers around my mother's body. I'm standing slightly behind her.