It opened just a little bit more. Enough for her to squeeze her arm through. She waved her arm into the room. “Sophie, SOPHIE! The door’s stuck!” Beatrice heard a crash and more muffled giggling and shuffling. Well, she’s alive, Beatrice thought. She’s hopelessly messy, but she’s alive. Beatrice pushed at the door. She opened and closed it. She pushed some more. She backed up a few steps, then ran at the door. She thumped it hard with her shoulder. More giggles from inside the room. “I’m trying to rescue you, Sophie!” shouted Beatrice, rubbing her shoulder. Inch by inch, Beatrice pushed the door. And inch by inch, the mess on the other side of the door moved back. Finally, there was just enough room, if Beatrice sucked in her breath very hard, for her to slide in sideways. “This better not mess up my ponytail,” Beatrice said. She kicked away the boxes that had fallen in front of the door, opened the door wide and looked around. Her heart sank. The room was a complete disaster.
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