My Son Thought He Was Being Spied On. The Truth Was A Shock
“I made it just the way you like it,” I told him, stirring a pot on our stove. He sniffed closely, as if in disbelief, then screwed up his long nose and confessed he wasn’t hungry. “That’s not like you,” I said, and it really wasn’t. Nor was his sudden fixation on the old telephone wires in the laundry room, long abandoned in favor of our mobile phones. “I think the house is bugged,” he suggested, “I might need to rewire the place....