"Don't you already have your passport?" Hannah asked, stepping into the house long enough to shut the door against the wind and rain but already having forgotten about the inclement weather.

"No" Sacha said. "I don't. Hence my looking for it."

"All right" Hannah said sharply. "Don't be sarcastic."

"So have you seen it?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously."

"Sacha," Hannah said, "how would I have seen your passport if you haven't?"

"I dunno, I might've . . . left it out somewhere, or something. Maybe you were in my room and you saw it -"

"Why would I be in your room?"

"I don't know, you just might be!"

"You think I go into your room? You think I'm the kind of person who goes into other people's rooms?" It upset Hannah to be accused of such a thing because she'd only done it a couple of times.

"No, no" Sacha said. "I don't know what I mean. I just mean you might've seen it, I mean I hope you've seen it, because I haven't and I need it."

"Honestly I thought you had it already."

"But I don't."

"Well I can't help you, sorry."