Przyłapałem współlokatorkę na gorącym uczynku w mojej lodówce, ale wszystkiemu zaprzeczyła – to, co tam zostawiłem następnego dnia, doprowadziło ją do krzyku

I almost laughed.

“You’ve been telling me for weeks that you don’t touch my stuff.”

“It’s a container, Marga.”

“No. It’s my container, from my shelf.”

Mara was fully awake now.

There were dates written beside the circled items.

I’d totaled everything I could document.

Mara looked at me.

“Is this all the stuff that’s been disappearing?”

“Most of it.”

“Oh my God. It’s food.”

That sentence changed Mara’s expression.

“It’s food you didn’t pay for,” she said.

Kayla looked at her.

“I said I thought it was mine.”

“Then why are all her missing groceries circled?”

Kayla had no answer.

I got out of bed and took the container from her.

“You took Mara’s soda.”

“What?”

Mara frowned, then remembered.

Kayla had admitted it immediately.

She had even replaced it.

I looked at Kayla.

“So, why could you tell Mara the truth, but every time I asked about my food, you told me I was forgetting things?”