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

Sophia backed into the hall.

The rabbit dragged by its left ear.

Elisa turned to the stove.

“She gets worked up before dinner.”

“She’s five.”

“She’s five, and she knows the rules.” Elisa lifted the lid, and steam rose.

“Marcus has a call at seven.

He gets short when he has a call.”