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

It’s the one thing I never had to train out of you.”

I got the driver’s door open and stood with it between us.

“One hour,” he said.

“You bring her back in one hour, and we forget this happened, and you go back to Chicago and make your little films.”

“Little films,” I said.

“Everything good that ever happened to you, Mike, I bought and paid for, and you never once asked what it cost me.” He straightened his watch.

“One hour.”