A fictional exploration of imminent sociology. See the notes below. Finally, Daddy leaves for the store. I watch out the window until I can see his green car pulling out of the garage and drive down the street. Then I pull the keyboard out from under the TV stand.
Daddy never uses the keyboard.
The cable still thinks Daddy's logged in. I have to log him out, and type my name and NS number in. Daddy still hasn't taught the gray box about who I am. When Miss Graham at school handed out the NS cards, she showed us how to use them with our desk boxes. I choose my mail to see if she's written.