My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“You’ve known since November.”
“I’ve known since the spring.” She took the rabbit off the table and put him back in her bag.
“Do you know what a house like that costs in a month, Michael?
What it costs to keep the lights and the lawn and the woman who does the lawn?”
“Say the number.”
“Eleven thousand,” she said.
“Before taxes.”
She picked up both cups even though hers was full to the rim, smoothed her hair with her palm, and walked toward the elevators.
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