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

“At first.” She rubbed the ear between two fingers.

“Now I sit on the edge.”

“What happens when the chair goes to his office?”

“Daddy says my chair goes to his office next month and a new one comes.” She looked up the stairs and back at me.

“It’s a special chair.

I’m not supposed to tell the kids at school.”

“Special how?”

“He said the new one is better for me.