Late in the evening, my grandparents are downstairs watching television on the highest volume setting. I don’t have an interest in mindlessly watching their programs, so I typically isolate myself upstairs. They think because the sound is so loud that I can’t hear their exchanges about me. They can’t hear me move about upstairs, so I sit near the banister and listen.
“Did Kerry ever find her keys? No mind that she lost ours, I can make a copy.”
“It was nice to see her home before 10:00 p.m. tonight.”
“She’s a good girl. She doesn’t like to drink, does she?”
“I worry that she’s not doing as well as she says, you know.”
“I watched her read that whole book this evening. When she finished, she went to bed.”