That night Jessie and I watched How the West Was Won in the Warrens’ TV room. When it was over, the Penn student said we should go to bed, and I asked if I could watch another show and sleep on the sofa. I wanted to keep watching TV; it was why I liked staying at other people’s houses. Jessie went up to bed, and the babysitter went back to the kitchen and talked on the phone. I switched channels, and the movie Rebecca was just starting. I had read the book. When the Warrens came home, the movie wasn’t over yet, and I could hear them talking to the babysitter in the kitchen, the car still running outside. I knew I should have been upstairs in the pink poster bed with Jessie and not in their TV room, and I wished then that I hadn’t asked to stay downstairs. I could hear the babysitter gathering her stuff and saying goodbye.