My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

“Twice, last night.

I told her you were busy.”

“You told her I was busy.”

“I told her you were busy.”

“You’re doing business this morning,” I said.

“Your daughter’s on a ward, and you have a call at nine.”

“I do business every morning.

That’s how the rest of you eat.” He turned the check over in his fingers.