Claire was watching her brother for some time, then began putting her furniture into her new house. She kept bringing more and more things for a while, and in the meantime Dominic devoted himself diligently to his work.

He was just inside his house when Claire stuck her head in there: “Can I visit?”

“Uhm,” Dominic muttered, not very enthusiastically.

“Where will be the kitchen?” his sister asked.

“There,” Dominic pointed to a corner where a few pieces of coloured cubes were laid.

“Oh, and where will be the bedroom?”

“I’m building it right now. You better move aside,” Dominic rolled out of the house, pushing his sister out.

“Can I help you?” Claire asked.

“You have your own house, stay there,” her brother refused, walking aside to find the necessary material.

Claire stood back for a while, then leaned against her house while combing her doll’s hair with a distant look.

"What have you built here?" their mom left her computer and came to see them.

“Dominic doesn’t want to play with me,” Claire complained immediately.

“I’ve built a house for you and we are neighbours and we are going to visit each other. This is the path you have trampled,” her brother defended himself.

“But it’s no fun. I wanted to be with you,” Claire curled up as if she was saying that to the doll in her arms.