Ha

I just used my peripheral vision to catch Zoë looking at me.

“What are you looking at?!”
“I wanted to see if there was a note about Kristi on the white board.”
“Well, is there one?’
“No.”
“Then why don’t you write one?”
“No…”

Right. If Zoë wants to know where I keep my gold, this campaign of furtive peeking will get her nowhere.