My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
She watched my hands.
“Is it because of the box?”
“It’s because you showed me your arms.”
She nodded once, as if that were a fair reason.
I got her boots on the wrong feet and then switched them.
The coat took two tries at the buttons.
Halfway through the second try she said, “Uncle Mike.”
“Yeah.”