The light bulb is a huge tattletale and turning it on would immediately alert grandma that I left the chore-free zone – dad’s room. I don’t usually leave this room when she’s home, but I’ve got no choice. I need some snacks and a computer and my phone so I don’t have to tip-toe out again until bedtime.
I can’t see the crumbs on the kitchen floor, but I can feel them dig into the pads of my feet. I think grandma might’ve told me to vacuum earlier, but I escaped to dad’s room just in time.