There are seven of us. Five kids and my parents. I’m the youngest. The low man on the totem pole. I have no say on anything. For the most part, it’s not a problem. Until one day when I am 12.
Here’s the thing. We have one phone. It’s anchored on the downstairs hallway wall, off the one bathroom. One phone. One bathroom. Sevenpeople. The hallway is a high-traffic area. Privacy? Hasn’t
