Saturday Morning, 11:00 AM, Lindsay's House

Lindsay

I'm sitting at the breakfast table, eating Cheerios and reading the Washington Post Sunday comics. Why they give us the Sunday comics on Saturday is anybody's guess. The Post has three pages of comics every day. If that isn't excessive, I don't know what is.

So I don't always get up at five AM. I make an exception on weekends, especially if Ted's been over. I live with my mom, and she leaves really early in the morning, so Ted sometimes risks sleeping over without her knowing. I'm not sure she'd even care if she knew.

He got up before I did today. This is probably the first time ever. He went to meet Fritz at the Tenleytown Metro stop. They are probably going to talk about Fritz' hacking efforts again. I've said it before, I like Fritz, but I don't like his hobbies.

The phone rings, interrupting my perusal of "Snuffy Smith." Its Ted. Apparently Fritz got busted for stealing something out of a phone company van. Really bright. Ted says he wants to talk.

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