The next day is the same boring thing. My uncle’s whir, whir, crunch, crunch early in the morning wakes me up. Today he’s in short blue shorts with a white stripe down each side. Like usual, he drinks his healthy junk and goes outside for a jog. When he leaves, Aunt Rita makes a big red ‘X’ on the calendar.
whir, whir, crunch, crunchThe thing that’s not the same as yesterday is that the glass with my toothbrush and toothpaste is still beside the bathroom sink, right where I left them. I remove the single hair I got out of mom’s hairbrush that I had wrapped around my toothbrush and connected with a dot of toothpaste to the tube. I did it to make sure the girls haven’t touched them. My trap is still intact and my toothbrush safe from whatever icky thing they could have done with it, I brush
