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carry on this discussion in the kitchen perhaps—or
would that be too much to ask?”
Byron said, “I can’t believe you let him mouth
off to you like that,” which, of course, was the only
reason Andy did.
She said, “Don’t tell me how to raise my kid.”
She banged her face into my forehead, which I
suppose was a kiss goodnight. Then they went into
the kitchen and shut the door.
I couldn’t hear anything they said, but that didn’t
bother me. I’d pick up the spy recorder the next day
after Andy went to work. I could usually count on
Byron to spend at least half an hour in the shower,
especially if I acted like I needed to pee.
I went to sleep thinking I was a genius. A regular
James Bond.
