My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
I set my cup down.
The waitress wiped the next table and hummed along to the radio.
“He never mentioned it,” I said.
“Not once.”
“That’s the point.”
Thomas arrived at four with a paper bag and a stuffed rabbit under his arm.
He set the rabbit on the table between us.
“She wanted it,” he said.