I think she was a daughter. She was dressed rather androgynously, but I had a feeling she had shoulder-length curls underneath her auburn-gold knitted hat, contrasted with a green toggle coat that was a little too kelly green for a boy under current gender norms.
The father was explaining himself to the girl, why they weren't doing this or that, because he was tired, his day went okay, but if they did that she wouldn't have enough time to finish homework right, by the time they got back to Brooklyn. The girl, while tiny in body and voice, oddly had the poise of an equal and peer, humoring a distracted and preoccupied friend. She laughed just politely (though good-naturedly) enough at his frantic explanations that my hypothesis of their relationship ranged from father to uncle to family friend to kidnapper.
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