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“Ya done good, kid. Never missed a note even when the altos messed up.” “I didn’t hear the altos mess up.” His nose wrinkled up again. “They’re altos. They always mess up.”
“Connor, I have a confession to make. These aren’t my kids. They are experimental robots the government sent me for behavioral observation. You’ll be expected to fill out a survey later.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with Jacob?” “Huh?” “You put your stuff away the first time. It takes my Jacob at least three reminders and one yell to get it done.” “Connor says a good craftsman keeps his work area neat and organized. It’s more efficient, and you get more work done.”
Mattie had flipped opposite with his feet on the pillow and his head deep under the covers. I switched the ends of the bed to match, and he muttered, “Cheeseburger,” in his sleep.
I turned and gave him my best no-nonsense voice. “There will never be a time when I will even entertain the idea of decaf coffee in my house, rented or otherwise.”
