My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“You’ve been here four hours.” She smiled.
“You don’t know her moods yet.”
“Should she have moods about the chair?”
Elisa’s voice went up half a step.
“What did she say about the chair?”
“That it gets warm.”
“It’s a heated seat pad.” She laughed once.
“Marcus bought it.