My grandparents are downstairs watching TV at full volume, notch 65. I don’t have an interest in mindlessly watching TV, so I usually remove myself upstairs. I think they think because the TV is loud that I can’t hear them chat about me. I do. When I was younger, I used to sit at the top of the stairs and listen to them try and decide my absolutes. Now I just pick up on the occasional comment or concern about me from my room:

“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 10pm 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.”