“Millie,” Nina says, “in the future, I expect you to wear appropriate attire around the house.” “I’m so sorry,” I say for the second time. “I didn’t think anyone would be awake.” “Really?” She snorts. “Would you just wander around any stranger’s house in the middle of the night because you assume they won’t be around?” I don’t know what to say to that. This is not a stranger’s house. I live here, albeit up in the attic. “No…” “Please stay up in the attic after bedtime,” she says. “The rest of the house is for my family. Do you understand?”
