Richard POV
I grabbed a pillow, putting it over my head as my mother opened the door and entered uninvited. Dawn had arrived, judging from the light seeping through the curtain. I had barely gotten any sleep.
"What's this I hear, Richie?"
"What did you hear, mother?" I drawled.
"You know what!"
Yeah, I knew. The Johnsons had called her to whine, no doubt. This was expected, but I hadn't given it any thought when I laid out instructions to Doris last night.
"Get up," she added. "It's morning!"
At that last word, something came to mind, and I sat up, quickly reaching for my cellphone.
It was morning, which meant I had to attend to an urgent matter before Tony or any other ranked Gamma got any ideas. My mom resumed speaking, her tone growing sharper with each word.
"So I hear you're
