Sitting on stairs

I wasn't fooled about you sitting on the stairs but you were very quiet and I didn't care as long as you were quiet. I knew that you were not always tired at 8:00 or whatever but I needed the peace and quiet more than you needed the rest. I also remember the thrill of "getting away with it". I used to "hide" from my mother to read. I was probably just about out of high school before I realized that she knew where I was all the time but that she also remembered the "thrill" of getting away with it. She remembers hiding from her mother who probably knew where she was. And life goes on.