Robert
“Do you want to tell me how Alba’s phone ended up behind our bed?” I asked when I finished work for the day. I was trying to be stern, but it was hard, because mostly I wanted to laugh.
By the time I came to get Trevor for lunch, Alba had worked herself up into proper hysterics. At first, she said she misplaced her phone, but after lunch she pointed an accusing finger at Lucy and Trevor and charged them with stealing it.
Lucy had tipped her head like a little bird and asked innocently, “Why would we want to steal a phone? Trevor has a tablet.”
Trevor, however, had been very quiet, which made me immediately suspicious.
“Okay, let’s not panic,” Noelle said reasonably. Trevor and Lucy had insisted we all sit together at lunch, and frankly, I was happy to have her company. “Have
