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get a T-shirt frommy dresser and left her giving Byron
the evil eye. I went into my old room, grabbed my spy
recorder from under the bed and wrapped it in a clean
T-shirt. I went into the bathroom and locked the door.
I brushed my teeth with the battery-operated tooth-
brush the dentist thought might help with my cavities.
Then I sat on the toilet and peed. I needed to sit so I
could take the batteries out of the toothbrush and put
them in the spy recorder. If I took too long in the bath-
room, Andy would be suspicious. I put on the T-shirt,
threwmy jeans in the laundry hamper and hid the spy
recorder inside my boxers. Then I took my jeans out
of the hamper and left them on the floor. Be too neat
and Andy would be suspicious about that too.
I went into the kitchen and hid the recorder on
the table behind a pile of advertising flyers, school
bulletins and junk like that. Andy screamed at me
from the living room, “What are you doing in there,
Cyril? I told you, it’s time for bed!”
I screamed back, “Can’t a guy have a drink of
water? Geez!” I turned on the tap and made a big
deal of clanking around in the cupboard for a glass. I
drank a bit, left the half-empty glass on the counter
and went into the living room.
“How can I go to bed with you guys in here?” I
said, like I was really PO’ed. “Do you think you could
