The doorbell rings.
There are footsteps, and then there are not.
"I'm not sure if I'm supposed to have parents but I think I'm supposed to have a name. I can't remember it," she says.
"Well, you could wait and not have a name for a while and see if the police can find it out for you, or you could pick a name. That could be confusing if they did find it, though."
"I would help," says Lynn, amused. "Either by getting you a book with lots of names in it, or by naming as many names as I know, or by picking a name that I like and seeing if you like it, too."
"Irene, Jasmine, Astrid, Danielle, and Phoebe. Of names that I can think of at the top of my head for girls, anyway."
Lynn snorts. "Okay, then - Astrid? Would you like me to call you that until we figure out your given name?"
"I'm going to go make a phone call, all right? I'm calling the police, if you have parents and they are nice, I don't want to worry them."
She personally thinks it's a bit debatable if they actually manage to do that first part sometimes, but there's no reason to bring up that sort of thing to a child. Police in Forks are reasonably nice, anyway.
Because she is a masochist and couldn't bear to throw them away, even when she stopped having a child.
She leads Astrid to her study.
There are bookshelves on almost every wall, and there are a lot of books. Mostly novels, though there are a set of encyclopedias and a few dictionaries, too. The shelves contain Chaucer to Shakespeare to Mark Twain to J.R.R. Tolkien, and beyond - and there, on the shelf, looking rather out of place are brightly colored children's books.
"Later, when I'm not about to go call the police, I will read you some of the others if you'd like me to. Or you can try to read them yourself, though I warn that it might be a bit frustrating."
A lot of the books are hard for Astrid to reach, but not all of them. There's one book with rabbits on the cover, and the author's title reads, 'Richard Adams.'
Astrid pulls the rabbit book and finds a place to sit with it and begins reading it. Bunnies!
(A dictionary is also in reach, if Astrid requires it.)
Astrid does get the dictionary eventually to look up the occasional word - but it's pretty occasional.
She approves. She thinks she likes this little child.
And then, back to explanations to the police department.