Once I Heard That Voice

Martina and I were in a woman's apartment because the woman was giving away her washing machine and Martina wanted it. I was in the hallway of the apartment and Martina was in the kitchen, undoing the machine's tubing. The woman had been chatting with us but then went somewhere else. Suddenly, I heard the voice of a young girl. The woman had opened a door in the apartment and was talking to a young girl. There was a child in the house, this woman's child, I surmised.  I didn't turn around, but I began looking around the hallway for a picture. To my right, on a shelf, was a framed picture of a young girl. Once I heard that child's voice, I knew there'd be a picture not far off, and I was right.