While I was upstairs in my room, I heard the door open and closed. I swear it was a rickety thing. Plus, my old bedroom was right next to the stairs. Which made it easier to sneak in and out when the door was the heavy oak. Not that I ever snuck out. I was a good girl. I called down to my mom to find out who it was. “Mom, who came in the door? Is it Masa? Did he forget something?”
My shirt was over my head. The sounds were muffled to my ears. I wasn’t sure what she had said. I had gotten undressed and stood there in my bra and panties. They still had my floor-length mirror in here. Now that I was moving into a bigger space, I figured I could take it with me. I was moving into a two-bedroom place. A home office was the dream. You know separate work from home. A good home/work balance and a
