2/3 : Good Mor...Night?

Now that my CAPA is out of the way for the week, I'm back for a quick story from the library before going home. I'll cut to the chase.

I get up at five virtually every morning. As such, I don't generally expect to see anyone around, but weekends present a special case, and last saturday morning I got exactly what I'd been waiting for:

I caught Blondie coming home from a wild night out at Molson. Tee Hee!

It was kinda nice; I don't usually have anyone see me out the door. Also, it was fun, 'cause none of us on H3 can keep track of her, but I caught her.

The whole thing reminds me of sneaking in late back home. My mother works 12 hours shifts, and as such, she gets up at six in the morning. This meant that I HAD to be home before six, because she would always check my room if she didn't know that I was home.
She never checked very carefully though.
Pretending to be sleeping is easy enough, especially 'cause usually sleep on my side. If I'm facing away from the door, the best indicator she has is my breathing rate. In a real hurry? Pretending I'm in my pyjamas is even easier, 'cause I never sleep with a shirt on. Pretending there's no one else in my bed, though? That takes skill.
My father heard my bedmate scampering out the door soon after, and easily guessed who it was, but it turns out I'm the only snitch in the family.