I slowly stumbled down the stairs to breakfast, still rubbing my eyes, not fully awake.

�Sleep good, Ange?� I squinted at my brother and mumbled an intelligible response and kept walking down the stairs. I slid into a chair at the dining room table. There was a plate of food waiting for me, my usual breakfast meal. I stared at the plate. There was a rustling sound across from me and I looked up.

�Good morning.� my father said, peering over the top of the newspaper. < P> �Morning.� I mumbled, just to be polite. I absently poked at my food with my fork. I wasn�t very hungry. Suddenly, I looked up.

�Where did you get that newspaper?� Someone would have had to go outside a buy one from a newsie; it wasn�t like everyone just had one delivered every morning... My father turned to me.

�I thought you might know.�

�What?�

�For the past several days,� my father began, �there has been a newspaper appearing on our doorstep.�

�Didn�t you pay for it? I mean, it�s not like the newsies can afford to just give papers away for free, you know.� I argued. My father looked at me amused. �There was no one there to pay. I started leaving money out and it�s always gone when the new paper arrives. It surprises me that you�re so concerned.� I looked down and shrugged.

My father�s not stupid. It�s hard to get away with anything. He�s not around that much but he still manages to know his children well. In fact he knows me really well. Sometimes too well... He knew I wasn�t telling the entire truth. I knew who was leaving the papers and my father knew it. But I also know my father well. Probably because we�re a lot alike. He knew who was leaving the papers too. Well, maybe he didn�t know who Jack was but he had surely seen him hanging around.