Randy was tired, tired of his life. He went back to his room and slumbed on his bed. He felt like dying from sleep.
The next day, Randy woke up, devastated. He stomped to his table and found a note-- and it was addressed to him.
"Who might have dropped this" I asked himself.
His door wasn't locked last night, so someone can intrude into his room at night while he was far asleep. He picked it and open it.
"Dear Randy, I know what you are up to. If you don't want your father to find out about your evil deeds, call me the moment you discover this note." It was his step mother.
He took his phone and dial her number. She answered on the second ring.
"Hello."
"I found your note." Randy said.
"Surprised?"
"What is that for?" Randy asked.
"Good question." She said. "I want you to do so
