"Why is she here?"

  The voice was on the speakers up front even though the person asking the question was in a tiny supply closet. 

  "Not because I need to be rehabilitated," one of the Visitors told the speakers.  "It doesn't work that way," a desk person flopped a pencil onto the clipboard'd SUPPLIES LIST.  "Just go talk to her." 

  "Still mad at me?" 

  "Maybe."  She used a broomstick to push a box of toilet paper closer to the edge of a high shelf.  Four hands caught it as it fell. 

  "Remember like two summers ago 

  "No 

  "When you said 

  "No 

  "You said and I know you are always true to your word 

  "What'd I say?" 

  "You said we could call on you when we really needed you." 

  "Not whenever." 

  Three rolls of toilet paper out.  "I'm at work.  Put this back up there."  She exited the closet.