My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
Her rabbit’s left ear lay against her knee.
She ate one piece of carrot and then another.
I rubbed my neck.
“The chair seems big for her.”
“She’ll grow,” Marcus said.
He picked his phone up off the sideboard and looked at it under the table.
The screen lit the white tablecloth.
He turned it face down.